It’s called tough love

Nobody wants to admit that they have a problem child. You always think that other people’s children are naughtier than yours and that your kids can do nothing wrong. That’s how I felt about my two girls dogs, Annie & Emma. Until recently. You see, it’s hard to admit this but they’ve become barkers. Yip, I have two spoilt, naughty, irritating yappers! (OMG, I said it!).

They bark at the neighbour’s dog, the neighbour’s cat, the neighbour himself. They bark at the security guard and cars driving into the complex. They absolutely hate hearing kids playing outside our gate and they detest the hadedahs. KK and I have pretty much ignored it and when we hear them bark, we shout at them. But when we leave the house, I can just imagine what it must be like! I’d hate to be our neighbour.

I kept thinking that my only option was electric shock collars but then the owner of the dog salon told us about a Chihuahua who has to wear a vibrating collar when he has a treatment because he can’t stop barking. (You see, there’s always someone else’s child who is worse than ours).Vibrating dog collars

So we spoke to the Vet who showed us two options: a vibrating/sound dog collar or a sound emitting bird house. We opted for the collars. My girls hate the collars. As soon as I put them on, they slink away and give me the hairy eyeball. The guilt trip kills me! But so far, so good.Cold shoulder from AnnieEmma looking miserableI think they hate wearing the collars more than the uncomfort of the vibration when they bark. But I need them to learn to stop their ugly habit. I have no other option. I now realize what they mean by ‘tough love’!

I’m holding thumbs that the collars work. I’ll keep you guys posted…

Keeping up with the (dog) walkers

With full time jobs, gym sessions twice a week with a personal trainer, running training and weekly races, I really feel guilty that I don’t get time to walk my dogs more often. So when we were on leave in December, KK and I managed to take the girls down to their favourite park.

Kingfisher Park2In the park

It’s a great park which is always full of dogs chasing balls and going crazy…The walkers

The view is spectacular and watching the sun start to set is beautiful…The view

Annie and Emma, ready to go…The girlsWatching the other dogs

Emma is always nervous and as soon as we sit down, she’ll sit on my lap…Emma on my lap, hiding from the big dogs

Other dogs trying to make friends, but my girls always wary…making friends  tooSniffing dogs

The best photo of the day… with their dad! xxxKK with the girls - I love this pic!

A visit to the spa – by Annie & Emma

BEFORE…

AFTER…

Did you notice our smiles? We love you Mommy & Daddy. X

All I can offer you right now is to kiss your wet nose…

My suggestion to go to Wet Nose Day was met with some reluctance from KK. The excuses rolled off his tongue but I think the main reason he was not keen is because he was dreading it if I suddenly decided I wanted to adopt a dog and bring it home.

With a lot of convincing and the promise of a boerewors roll for lunch, off we went.

Most people are like KK. He finds animal shelters and places such as the SPCA unbearable. He does not like seeing the dogs, locked up in tiny cages, walking in their own urine and poo, with sad eyes begging for someone to love them. It was no different at the Wet Nose Animal Rescue Centre.

The cages were full of dogs. Some had been there for quite a number of years, others were new to the centre. There was a mix of pure-bred dogs, such as a sharpei and husky, as well as pavement specials. As with all characters in life, there were the extroverts who performed little tricks as you passed their cage, whilst the introverts kept to themselves and avoided eye contact. All of them just wanted love…

KK did one trip through the kennels but then opted to sit and wait on the grass while I did a second trip. The look on his face said it all.

I do understand that it’s not for everyone. I get that. But what he doesn’t understand is that I see it quite differently…

When I was 15, my sister and I volunteered at the SPCA. Every Saturday and one Sunday a month, we would get involved in office admin duties, assisting distressed owners who came looking for their lost pets, helping families to chose a new dog or cat to adopt or just documenting all dogs that came in and were reported as strays.

From my recollection, we saw more dogs and cats being adopted than those coming in as strays or being put down.

I think the many years of working at the SPCA somehow prepared me. It “hardened” me in a way to accept that cruelty is a part of everyday life.

It made me understand that as much as I don’t want to see it or be confronted with it, I cannot think that it doesn’t happen or doesn’t exist.  

I take my hat off to places like Wet Nose, Animal Anti-Cruelty and SPCA who are doing everything they can, with limited funds, to take starving, sick or abused dogs off the streets and try to give them a better life.

I have a confession…

No, we did not come home with a dog. But I did choose one, just in case KK changed his mind (which he didn’t).

Here he is… His name is Moglee.

He’s too big for the dog flap in the kitchen. Perhaps a bit too heavy to lie on the couch. And I doubt Annie and Emma would appreciate a new family member without being consulted first.  

But for a few moments as I stood, giving him a ‘love’, he was mine…