• Cute,  Featured,  Personal

    World, meet Jasper

    We’d been toying with the idea of getting a dog for some time, Guillaume and I. Maybe it started with the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed Border Collie we met during our first weekend away together in Tulbagh almost three years ago. For those two days, he was a constant companion – chilling on the stoep while we braaied and even joining us for a hike up the mountain in search of an elusive waterfall. We dubbed him Wouter for some reason and soon ‘Wouter’ became a central figure in our future dreams. Our far-in-the-future dreams, that is. Because, let’s be honest – first, a long distance relationship and now, living several…

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    Sandokan, the hipster

    It’s official. My kittie. Is. A hipster. I mean look at him. Wearing one of those hipster bandannas, camera tucked in tight by his side. Doing that longing, far-off gaze thing to absolute perfection. Posing in a well-lit window, showing off how unattainably relaxed and awesome his life is. Next thing I know, he will be drinking craft water with weirdo chicks. Or popping his latest collars on a dedicated Tumblr. Check out these pics of Sandokan in his rave phase.  

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    Remembering Mully

    After 13 exuberant years, we had to say goodbye to our Mully-dog yesterday. I’m sure after all the agony that old age had recently bestowed on him – legs so stiff that he could no longer lie down or vigorously scratch his flanks, a constant attack of fleas and ticks, and hazy eyes – he was relieved to drift off into peaceful dreams, no doubt of chasing little white birds along the beaches of Betty’s Bay. He was fiercely protective over those he considered his own (which included quite many), at one with the nature that surrounded him – even though his wild romps with the sea birds were often…

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    My cat on his thinking post

    My cat spends a lot of time sitting on a certain pole that forms part of the fence surrounding our backyard. When he knows we’re around he feels compelled to look as though he’s busy with something constructive – i.e. scanning the bushes and grasses below for a catch to lay at our feet. But when he thinks we’re not watching, he relaxes. He lifts up his head and stares. He stares at the mountain. Sometimes at the sky. He stares and stares and stares. For hours on end… and I know why. BECAUSE… The naming of cats is a difficult matter It isn’t just one of your holiday games…