Well behaved doglets
A lot of days ago Alpha and Mom brought home a new wheelie box.
Oh oh I thought… what now?
But the wheelie box just hung around in the lounge. Eventually I stopped glowering at it and treated it like a piece of the furniture.
But then one day it disappeared and magically reappeared on our bed – full of Alpha’s stuff.
Later on Mom and I dropped Alpha off at the Gautrain. He jumped out, grabbed his wheelie box, kissed mom goodbye and ruffled my ears.
Mom’s eyes looked a bit like a sick old dogs for a while – but life continued. Every now and then I would hear Alpha’s voice. Sneaky weasel! How did he get into the house without me seeing?
But then I figured mom was playing games with her little doglet. Alpha was, in fact, hiding in her tik tik thingy.
More days passed. Mom started acting dodgy and gave me that delicious liver stuff three dinners in a row. Then one day she said “Come on Fudges lets…” frankly I did not wait to hear anymore. Nimbly leapt onto my box and into the car.
Wouldn’t you know it? The next thing I’m seeing is that wretched ostrich again. Only then did I notice that she’d snuck my baskie and duvet into the car.
Moldy meatballs – not again!
Mom kissed my nose and gave me a snuggle. Only for a few days Fudgie. A nice lady took me out of the car and I stomped off towards my kennel. Turned round and gave her a filthy look.
A few days my tickly toenails! More like a year or so I’m sure. After a very long time they came to fetch me. Both mom and Alpha nogal! Seemed like it was weekend because we went straight to the veld for a walk. I was hyper – leapt around widdled on everything I passed.
Mom tugged on the leash. Oi!
Gave her a hairy eyeball. Where’ve you been all this time?
Overseas Fudges, she said, In Belgium, where they have very well behaved doglets that prance along the cobblestones neatly at the end of their leashes. They don’t behave like hooligans. In fact they don’t even get a chance to stop and sniff the lamp posts
Plus they live in apartments with no grass whatsoever. Not even a little teensy bit.
Ag shame! How terribly boring.
*As told to Ginny Stone
