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Dogs Around the World: One Man and his Dog

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One man and his dog, Spot, a bottle of lemonade and ginger pop; went to mow a meadow!

I couldn’t resist quoting the song One man went to mow that we sang as kids on school coach outings. The addition of “a bottle of lemonade and ginger pop” was a local variation.

This is the Scott Monument in Princes Street Gardens, Edinburgh, Scotland. It commemorates Scottish author Sir Walter Scott. Completed in 1844 after the author’s death in 1832, it is in Victorian Gothic style and is the largest monument to a writer in the world.

Scott was a dog lover and you will often see dogs in his portraits. His favourite dog, Maida, depicted gazing lovingly up at his master in the statue, was a Deerhound cross. Actually, many people do not spot the dog at all, maybe because it looks like a lamb!

I sat on a bench right by this edifice while I ate a sandwich, accompanied by that seagull (You’ll never eat alone.)

As it is one of the tourist attractions, it’s difficult to get a picture of the memorial from a distance without lots of people in the shot, so the photo below isn’t too bad.

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Residents of Edinburgh might be surprised to learn that there are more dog statues or memorials than just Greyfriars Bobby and this one. Apparently there are at least five more:

Greyfriars Bobby, Maida, Toby, Bum  (the American 3 legged one), Cuillin, Dobbler and Beauty.

 

You can read about them all here: Other dog statues or memorials in Edinburgh, Scotland.

 

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Unwelcome Visitors

You Little Monkey

I am waging war today!

Perhaps not what you would expect to hear from me, especially after yesterday’s peace post.

But there are some critters without whom the world would be a much better place.

I refer, of course, to those blood sucking parasites we all know.

What am I talking about?

Little Monkey has fleas!

Little Monkey – Always ready for Mischief

And it is all-out war!!

TACTICS

Treat the dog

Treat the environment

Spray everything

Vacuum everything

Wash everything

Repeat till victorious!

Happy Little Monkey

 

post script: This was not the post I had intended for today, but by the time I had waged my all-out war, I was too exhausted to be creative!

It is more than three years since LM last had these visitors, so we’ve done very well. The flea and tick season has just begun; if she’s going to get them it is usually this time of year.

The reason she rarely catches fleas is because she keeps away from other dogs, even when mingling with 30 or more dogs in her weekly socialising classes. She must have picked one flea up during the last class, when all the dogs were lying very close together doing stays. I choose the calmer more stable dogs for her to lie next to and then she’ll tolerate them. Unfortunately, one of the dogs must have passed on this unwelcome visitor!

 

Dogs Around the World: Greyfriars Bobby

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Meet Greyfriars Bobby; a little Skye Terrier, famous for guarding his master’s grave in the Greyfriars Churchyard for 14 years. He is immortalised here in a bronze statue mounted on a granite plinth, which was originally a drinking fountain for both people and dogs.

I had always intended to visit the little statue of Greyfriars Bobby, when I was in Scotland, but hadn’t managed it and my holiday was nearly over. Quite by chance, I found myself very close to his statue one morning, when I had been wandering round Edinburgh Old Town with my daughter Pix and her husband.

So we finished our croissants at the outside cafe on a narrow cobbled street and wandered over to the statue.

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There were many people congregated around the little dog, posing for their photos to be taken alongside. It is supposed to be good luck to touch his little nose; which explains why it is golden and not black like the rest of his old bronze statue.

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We didn’t have to wait long for a gap in the crowd and duly took our photos with Bobby too.

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A funny incident happened while we were waiting for our turn. A man came marching towards the crowd, with a large black Rottweiler. He stormed straight through the middle of everyone, shouting loudly and aggressively, “Excuse Me!” as he barged his way through, barely giving anyone time to get out of his way.

My daughter explained that many Scots people hate the Edinburgh Festival in August, as the streets are thronged with happy tourists. Well I understand that, but really, all the angry man had to do was walk on the other side of the street to Bobby’s statue. That side was empty!

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Of course there are going to be crowds round every tourist spot during the Edinburgh Festival!

It is similar here in Cape Town during the long summer school holidays in December and January. We are over-run by tourists from other parts of South Africa, such as Jo’burg, and also from overseas. So we locals avoid the tourist spots during these months, or we go very early in the morning, before the tourists have finished their breakfasts!

Sorted! No need to get all grouchy and barge through the poor visitors!

 

The Cone of Shame

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Day One 

Little Monkey is miserable!

Why?

She has to wear the Cone of Shame!

Poor little Bucket Head! She’s been wearing it for ten days straight!

She had an eye op; see below for more details.

To begin with, she was a bit shell-shocked, as you can see from the first photo. Then she just got used to it and carried on doing all the things she normally does, like sunbathing.

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We really want to give the wound the best chance of healing. It’s not that she’s scratching her eye, but rather that LM has a habit of sticking her face on the grass and propelling herself along the lawn on her face, bum in the air. (As in Do the Twist!)

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She also flings herself into the vines, hedges and bushes, leans into the plant and proceeds to scratch her face and body in the greenery, as she propels herself along.

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She continues to squeeze herself behind bushes and into small spaces, oblivious to the bucket on her head. I spent ages looking for her one morning, before I spotted her hiding deep in the bushes!

None of this is good for post-operative procedures after delicate eye surgery and expensive sutures. I’m not going to risk LM damaging the stitches;

So the Cone of Shame it is!

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Actually, she has amazed me with her acceptance of the bucket on her head! Obviously, she’d rather not wear it, but since she has to, well she just gets on with it.

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Drinking water out of her bowl after dashing round the garden? No problem!

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It certainly hasn’t stopped her running around the place like a mad thing, bashing into everything! Nor leaping in the air all four feet off the ground as I get ready to walk her (without the cone).

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Or barking at anyone daring to walk past our property; as usual. What they think of her, the little Bucket Head, I have no idea!

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You lookin’ at me??

But her complete acceptance of this change in her circumstances again teaches me that particular dog trait of living in the moment.

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Day 8

Still, think how happy she’ll be tomorrow, when I take the bucket off for the last time!

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post script: Little Monkey would like to wish a speedy recovery to her WP friends who are also healing after surgery and wearing the Cone of Shame or a Onesie (jumpsuit):

Mr Bowie the Cat and Breck the Border Collie.

Hang in there my friends and Get Better Soon!

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Why did LM have to wear the Cone of Shame?

She had a large lump growing on her right eye lid and it was time to have it removed. This is expensive, as any anaesthetic is costly and the sutures used in this case are dissolving ones and also pricey.

The vet did an excellent job on the procedure. It was a very large lump and when removed, there was not quite enough eye lid skin left. The vet managed to stitch it up very well, but did not do so too tightly, so that the stitches would not tear and also so that LM would not have too small an opening left for her eye!

The more it heals, the better it looks, until most people would not notice she had even had an op.

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Dogs Around the World: Snooks

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Meet Snooks! A charming little dog (statue) found in the Suffolk coastal town of Aldeburgh.

The bronze statue was put up by the townsfolk in honour of the dog’s owner, Dr Acheson (and later his wife) who both served as GP’s to the community. Snooks the dog became well known as he would follow his master around as the doctor made his house calls.

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The dog got the name Snooks because the family ate tinned fish from Africa during the 2nd World War. The fish was called Snook.

The funny thing is, that we South Africans looking at this little dog statue immediately knew what Snooks meant; but that they had spelt it wrong. The fish is actually Snoek!

The Cape Snoek (thyrsites atun) is a long thin species of snake mackerel which can grow to a length of 2 metres, but is usually around 75 cm.

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Charmingly, Snooks watches over the children’s boating pond.

Boating Pond

The young boy in blue in the photo above was very skilled at sailing his little boat. I thoroughly enjoyed watching him play for ages. He set the boat off from one side of the pond and ran around to the other to catch it; then repeated the process! What surprised me was that the boat sailed right across each time, regardless of the wind direction, and never got stranded.

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This whole scene was a flashback to a bygone era.

My brother had a magnificent wooden sail boat that he spent many hours sailing across a large boating pond in Bridlington. This pond was so large that boats often got stranded in the middle and you either had to wait for ages for a gentle puff of wind to set your boat on a course back to the side again, or hope that someone was there with a long pole to rescue your boat.

Bridlington is a seaside town on the Yorkshire coast, in the NE of England, where I spent many summer holidays as a kid with my family.

 

Wanna Play Ball?

Sparkle

Wanna Play?

This is the picture that presented itself to me early one morning, as I sat at the table eating my breakfast at my sister’s in Yorkshire.

No-one else was up yet. For some reason, Sparkle, my sister’s dog, seemed to think I’d rather throw the ball for her than eat my cereal!

Yes, of course I got up and threw her ball for her!

 

National Vodka Day!

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Cheers!

It’s hard to believe that a whole year has gone by, but yes, it is National Vodka Day again!

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My photo is unedited; Little Monkey really did have this sheepish grin on her face! She was eating a dog biscuit treat.

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It was the only way I could get her to lie that close to the bottles!

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Here LM gives a whole new meaning to the expression “Hang Dog” as she looks very hung over!

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And what’s a Vodka post without some silly jokes?

I drank so much vodka last night that this morning I woke up with a Russian accent.

“Trust me, you can dance.” – Vodka.

Whenever I have a panic attack, I put a brown paper bag over my mouth . . .  and drink all the vodka inside. It seems to help.

Pain makes you stronger. Tears make you braver. Heartache makes you wiser. And vodka makes you not remember any of that rubbish.

Vodka is made from potatoes. Potatoes are vegetables. Vegetables are good for you. You’re welcome!

Someone sent me an email about using vodka for cleaning around the house. It worked! The more vodka I drank, the cleaner the house looked!

And my favourite . . .

I love water. Especially frozen into cubes and completely surrounded by vodka.

 

So, enjoy the day and have a vodka. And since I am several hours ahead of many of my readers, by the time you read this I’ll probably already have my glass in hand; let me raise it and say:

Cheers!

 

post script: Click here for more information on my personal favourite brand of vodka, Smirnoff.