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Habibti is experiencing a painful red tide this morning so I pootled off to walk the two bitches in rolling mist while she stayed in bed with her NBF. Before that I was listing to “The Waterboys – A rock in the weary land”, a LP that I haven’t heard before. One line in “The Charlatan’s lament” really hooked me and has been in my mind ever since:

By dawn’s empty light I cried to no-one at all

How many people are there that feel this every day? No matter how complicated and hard things may seem in any given moment my life rocks. It’s about perspective and appreciation.

Now onto Shitpark, there has been an increase of people who don’t pick up after their dogs and it’s driving me insane. I live graphic fantasies while I slalom through piles of shit trying to identify the steaming blobs of my charges. I dry heave as I wrap my hand in little blue bags and scoop, but I do it none the less. It’s not hard, just a moment of throwing up into my own mouth and tears streaming down my face when Bayla has a nervous tummy. When I see piles of shit next to the slide and swings I imagine myself sitting on a vantage point with a sniper rifle and taking out the fuckers that don’t pick up. I imagine myself following the guilty home with bags of ignored shit and throwing it at their front doors or smearing it over the door handles of their cars.

She is complex, loving, sneaky, fragile, brave, playful, timid, fussy, destructive, spry, friendly, scruffy, trying and hard work. She’s our guardian and friend. She’s always happy to see us.

The pleasure that our four pavement specials give us has no bounds. They were all out on the stoep with Habibti playing with a little sponge ball. The old lady of the house always seems to have the most fun, Chasie gave her a good run for her money.

Annie came out to see what all brouhaha was about. Bayla is going whooowhoo at Chasie sitting on the wall behind me and Gally is peeping at me to make sure I get her good side.

So we are into the Teens. What can I say that hasn’t been said about the last decade? Not much, so I’m not going to wax lyrical about how much better things will be this year and decade, it will be what it will be.

We managed to get to Camps Bay before 7 this morning which was great. Dogs had a blast, as you can see.

All I can say is, life is tough here in Africa but if you don’t sweat the small stuff then everything comes up roses.