Puppy love
The outcome of the session my folks had with the dog psychologist last week, is an adorable chocolate-brown labrador.
The animal expert came over to their house, marched around the lawn with the troublesome alsatian Frodo, and declared the following:
1. He (Frodo, that is) is frustrated by the fact that he can hear traffic from the street, but cannot see the source of the noise. Solution: Frodo needs daily 20-minute walks on the street.
2. Frodo was in fact abused by his former owners, although not to a sufficient extent that ‘turned’ his personality – he is still a loving, trusting puppy desperately seeking affection and care from a new family.
3. Frodo hates the gardener a lot. But this does not take a dog whisperer to figure out – all our dogs have hated the gardener, he’s not the most affable personality around.
4. Frodo needs a playmate (again, no genius required to figure that one out). Not just any playmate, mind you. Female, young, and to match his temperament, it had to be a labrador. A suitably adorable one was sourced in Bloemfontein and transported up to Joburg, and is now living at my folks’ house. Mom is insisting she be named ‘Amber’ (gag), while Dad is arguing for the better name, ‘Roma’. Knowing that Mom is likely to win this battle, I’m very much in favour of the dog dude being brought back to ask the puppy what she’d prefer her name to be.
And in other ‘news’ (really scraping through the barrel of events here), the Easter weekend was wonderful. But really, really uneventful. Friday was spent on a delightful acquisitive spree (happily not by me, all the Gilb’s expenditure) – it’s amazing how much influence you can have on a shopping partner when you’re renowned in your circle as a fashion guru. The Gilb succumbed to buying long pants (shock, horror) – and not just any long pants, three pairs of pants that actually define his shapely legs – and collared shirts. Friday evening was spent at a braai (followed by vehement denial of any meat-eating to my parents and the Malawian priest who’s staying over at their house); Saturday was spent doing a good deal of fuck-all bar two hours spent washing my beloved Ant; Sunday was devoted to a gorge-fest breakfast with my folks, followed by dope and bubbly with Peas at the Emmarentia Dam rose garden, followed by a crap-in-your-pants-terrifying movie (The Exorcism of Emily Rose – not the best choice for paranoid stoned lasses), followed by dindins with the Gilb’s folks; Monday was spent traipsing around at the Pretoria Zoo and kicking ass at tenpin bowling.
Happy 4-day week y'all! Yet again, I'm off to Cape Town today.
posted by Third World Ant @ 10:23 am
5 Comments:
Caution: Sounds like the dog psychologist may be becoming the family Rasputin.
A friend of mine took her two pooches to the doggy-shrink too. They do have some interesting theories hey? ;-) This woman told her that she is confusing the dogs and should stop talking to them, looking at them or touching them.
I'm wondering why you'd want a pet that you have to ignore all day?
Rev - every family needs its mystic, doesn't it? Although... he might be trying to overthrow the family through the dogs... hmmm...
Louisa - Peas' friend called in a dog psychologist because she had moved into a new house and that dog was behaving extremely strangely. (She had tried on multiple occasions to take it to a vet, but each time the vet could not explain what was wrong). The dog psychologist took one look at the dog and said it was being haunted by a spirit. So they called in a psychic, who 'confirmed' that a spirit had latched itself onto the dog and was traumatising it (along with 2 other spirits flitting around the house). The dog returned to complete normality after the spirits were expelled... ag, i've been watching too many horror movies. But, i'm not one to dismiss the supernatural realm too lightly - never know when a ghost's going to pop out and prove you wrong, eh?
Hmm dog psycology. I think Frodo needs attention. Sit him down and read him the Lord of the rings. It could due to his name-sake connection inspire a little mental toughness ;) Hi Ant. Just wanted to say hi. Hope you swell
Dofs use all of their minds, wish people would too! They are loyal friends to those who respect them and listen to them. We have long conversations sometimes and guard me all the time for I am their friend! Love from Yolanthe
yolanthe@hotmail.com
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