One of the major advantages of living in South Africa is the large, open spaces. This has meant that I’ve always been lucky enough to have a canine companion. I’ve had Alsations, German Shorthaired Pointers, a Toy Poodle, a Chow Chow, a beagle as well as a couple of dogs of questionable heritage. They’ve all had their very own personalities, from fun-loving goofballs to the super-smart. But most of all, they’ve all been unwavering loyal and I’ve loved each one.
Our current set has a tennis ball obsession. Just the sound of a tennis ball bouncing on the ground is enough to drive them into a flurry of frantic whining coupled with acrobatic leaps.
They can also be trusted to dig up every flowerbed. They watch us work in the garden, with their heads cocked to the side, doing their best to figure out what we’re doing. As far as I can make out, they’ve decided that we’re hiding some splendid things in the garden. And as soon as our backs are turned they go investigating, digging up every single plant with gleeful joy.