It happens to the best of us

I’m flying again. To Sao Paulo, Brazil.  Two nights.  One meeting.

There is no typos in that sentence. I promises.

On the connecting flight from Durban to Johannesburg I met two people because I was sandwich in the middle of them. A motivational speaker and a vegetarian.  She has 11 cats. I’m not sure how many cats he has because I didn’t ask.  We were both too involved in trying to understand the need for eleven cats. She wasn’t covered in bird poop so she wasn’t the bird-lady from Mary Poppins. She wasn’t crazy.  She ran a pet-sanctuary.  Did I mention she also has three dogs, a parrot, two tarantulas and a eighteen year-old son. I listed them in order of importance. Continue reading

Laugh with me #42

Most of us love our pets. And I’m talking about dogs because cats are condescending.  Dogs fill our lives with joy, love and laughter…most of the time.  Other times they do crazy things and destroy all our precious material belongings.  And our hair.

But can you blame this poor dog for attacking something, he assumed was a squirrel, on his owner’s head?  He was only trying to save her from a lethal attack.

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I’m hoping we See Spot Run before she got up…

Laugh with me #9

This one had me rolling on the floor and enforced my belief that cats are an alien specie sent to earth to torment humans.  There are so many things I can say about this clip but most of those things doesn’t belong on this blog.  They were all very funny, just not I-can-post-this-here funny.

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My restraint at a caption is also proof to the Wife that I’m having moderate success at being an adult.  Initially I wanted to let the clip speak for itself but then I got a better idea…

Why not let my readers caption the clip!  In doing so I can giggle away without taking the responsibility of being the person who comes up with a furry, cat-chy line.

So come on people, it’s Friday, let your hair down and caption this…

Doin’ it Doggy Style. For Mandela.

Every year on Nelson Mandela’s birthday, which is on the 18th of July, there is a call on South Africans to give 67 minutes of their precious time and get involved in their community.  Even if he’s no longer with us.  It’s an ongoing initiative, attempting to get people off their butts and contribute something.  Make them do something useful.  Other than complain, which we do extremely well.  And anything goes.  Picking up garbage, cleaning the rivers, distributing food, supplying blankets, entertaining orphans, mowing my lawn, taking out my trash, paint my house, fix that damn roof leak that only bothers me when it rains…anything.

(You can read more about the initiative here)

This year our company opted to offer our service to the local animal shelter.  There were two main considerations in our choice: (1) Pets can’t take care of themselves, as humans took over their feeding duties centuries ago and (2) No one can shout discrimination when you talk about neglected and abandoned animals.  In South Africa you have to be very careful if you want to supply corporate assistance to a specific group because by doing that it implies you are excluding another group.  Besides complaining, South Africans also like to shout discrimination at anything.  Racism, Ageism, Sexism, Nepotism, and any other -ism you can think of.  It’s one of our many pet complaints.

So we stuck to pets. Continue reading

Confessions of a homosexual canine

This one was dug out of the archives and I used a dust-buster on it’s a… content. (Prompted by another dog story I read today.)

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My secret it out.  Something I’ve known for a very long time.  Since birth as a matter of fact.  I have accepted who I am, made easier with the loving support from my adopted family.  But let’s face it, being born a French poodle is basically like falling out of the closet at birth.

There was no hope of becoming something butch like those Rottweiler or German shepherd types.  The white fluff and my perky brown nose also didn’t do me any favours.  Look at me?  Cuteness personified, destined to become the greatest male bitch the world has ever seen.

I remember the day my family adopted me.  The male patriarch of the family was acting like the Godfather himself, at the prospect of getting a pet.  Fortunately two elated young humans were enthusiastically picking up my brethren, whom I’ve not seen since that fateful day.  I told those idiots to keep calm and chive on, but…

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