This page is a story about my dog who has been my faithful companion for 13 years.

She is an "Ibanzi" which is Zulu for hungry stomach and is a breed the Zulus breed for hunting. So when anyone asks what breed she is I reply "She is a Zulu hunting dog" It is now a recognised breed BTW 

in her youth  now

Anyway my daughter rescued her 14 years ago, sick pregnant and filthy. We spayed her as the pups had gone rotten in her. Of course I had to have her. Angie called her Skimpy which she is not any longer so she mostly answers to 'Dog'

She has been a magic dog and my constant shadow, companion and protection for 14 years but her time is drawing close as she now has a dicky heart. Now this is very sad but it has it's lighter moments and it is the very nature of things that one's pets die before you . 

 However it is is driving me crazy with her heart problem. Every now and then I think she is going to pop off and she does not. Geez when I go out and come back I have to avoid saying hello or she gets excited and faints. All this accompanied with groans, moans and pees. So I sit with her for 20 minutes and then she gets up and goes and rolls on the lawn. The suspense is kiling me - never mind her!!
 
Yet she still insists on her 5 pm walk which is just 50 metres down the road now where she then sh*ts on the neighbours lawn just as they drive into their driveway. Not to mention it is costing me about R10 a day in pills to keep her able to do the former.
 
Trouble is she is getting real deaf - which means in the middle of the night she imagines she hears the door bell and stands barking at the front door. This makes her cough and then she falls over which makes the cats scatter so I have to go see if she has fainted or popped off on the landing.
 
This deafness is a problem. Today she fell asleep in the lounge and did not realise I had left the room (like Elvis). Later she woke up, realised I was gone and found me in the study at the computer. Was so happy she fainted. So I sat there doing mail with a 'dead' dog peeing on my feet, reading my mail.
 
It is all getting too much!! But she is still such a happy dog so all I can do is wait. She even still bites the young  guy who has been coming every day to paint the fascias. She still eats well - and farts all night which is bad as she sleeps on the mat by my bed.
 
So I live in a constant state of suspense - is this the day or not?
 

Revenge on Dog's behalf

So for 14 years I have been walking Dog every day. A neighbour around the block used to wait for us and shout and throw stones at Dog in case she sh*t on his lawn. As if she would - she is an Ibanzi after all!

Sometime later we went for a week to a game reserve on holiday where we were lucky enough to see a baby Rhino just after it was born. Driving around we came across a huge Rhino midden and a bell went off in my head! I jumped out the car and retrieved a nice shiny damp HUGE rhino turd - bigger than a football! We carted it back with us, all of 2000km's. Yep, in the dead of night I snuck around and planted it right in the middle of the abusive neighbours pristine lawn!

Husband was a mad jogger and I sent him that way the next morning to see if the turd was still there. He had to come back home as he was laughing so much. The guy had kicked it up the road for at least 100 metres! I often wondered what he thought?