Tuesday 9 December 2014

Chronicles of my four-legged friends

I'm amazed at myself.

I have had this blog for nearly three years now and never have I dedicated a post to my favourite pet in the world!! :o 
Weeeell, I do have one post from 2012 where I wrote about my (late) brown-eyed German stud. I miss him so much. Here's a link to that story http://miapensamientos.blogspot.com/2012/01/teaching-old-dogs-new-tricks.html?spref=fb

Anywhooo...

In between the time I took to write this post, I came across an article in The Nairobian (yes, I read it). The article was about annoying habits Kenyans have online and one of them was that they post about their pets. The writer of that article was under the heavy opinion that all Kenyans who posted about their pets were being fake. He or she believes that Kenyans don't keep pets. Domestic livestock doesn't count. :P

I am Kenyan. Pure-bred, born and raised in this beautiful country of ours. There are pure-bred Kenyans like myself who have dogs or other pets that become a part of the family. My own grandfather always had dogs! Nobody in the village would dare step into his compound after the dogs were unleashed. Those things looked like wolves! They may have had husky blood, now that I think about it.


This is a husky.. Guka's dogs looked something like this.
 I got my first dog when I was around 9 years old I think. My mother got it for me partly to deal with the crippling fear I had for dogs at the time and the other part because we finally had the space. And so my first canine love was Snoopy, a cute but shy (like her owner) brown mongrel.

Snoopy may have not been the bravest dog (kinda reminds me of Courage the Cowardly Dog actually) but her loyalty was the kind people die for. She was afraid of loud sounds and of being away from us for too long. Yet whenever any of my family members would walk to the bus stop, a half-hour walk away, Snoopy would escort us there, against our orders. She would trot behind us, stop and cower when we'd yell, "Go back! Home!" Sometimes she would even turn as though she was going back home. However, the moment we would face forward, she'd follow us again. Once we would get on the matatu, Snoopy would immediately turn around and run home.
        At first I was worried she would get hit by a car or something on her way back home without us, but everytime I would come back home, she'd be there waiting. She helped me learn that dogs are not so scary once you get to know them. She got sick and passed away after my family moved house and couldn't keep her anymore. I still think she died of a broken heart.

My next dogs came in twos. We inherited Stella and Neo from my father's colleague. Now those were some HUGE dogs. It was not cowardly to be afraid of them at first sight; it was smart. At the time, my father drove a Toyota Prado. Stella and Neo's idea of welcoming you home was jumping up on their hind legs and looking into the Prado. Yes, that's how tall they were. They could actually look into the car when they stood. And I never really found out what breed they were, but they were definitely pure-bred of whatever that was.
Stella's coat was patterned black and white, sort of like the cows we used to look at in picture books as toddlers. Her son, Neo, was a beautiful jet-black dog. Those two were a formidable force to reckon with. They taught me the practicality of "not knowing your own strength".
Neo was lovable and playful; when he would see us skipping rope, he would come and jump over too. It was fun at first, until he would make it impossible for us to play at all! Stella was older, so she was more laid-back in her affection-showing behaviour. Towards the end of our time together, she got some kind of bone cancer. She was in so much pain that eventually the vet advised we put her down. Neo took a long time to get over her death. When she didn't come back from the vet, he sniffed the whole car and compound looking for her. He spent most of the following nights whining quietly to himself. And much later when he seemed to have forgotten her,  if someone mentioned her name, he would look up thinking she was around. As a thirteen year-old that was painful to watch. It taught me that animals process death pretty much the same way we try to as humans.
We moved house again and left Neo with our neighbour. Again, I was left feeling awful for leaving behind our dog, but I was just a child, I had no say in the matter.

Then came my German-stud, Leo. I got to experience a bit of his puppyhood; missed the rest 'cause of boarding school. My family gave him the name Leo because when he was a puppy, his paws grew faster than the rest of him. Mum said he looked like a lion. So he became Leo the lion :)


German Shepherd puppy






He looked something like this :D But he had a beauty spot on his face






Leo loved baths. He loved water. His favourite thing to do was pick up the hedgehogs that roamed around in our compound and carry them around in his mouth. I think he did it 'cause they reminded him of his ball. Leo never learnt how to fetch, despite his 'obedience training'. The ball game was always violent: throw the ball, Leo runs to get it then he runs around you while you try and snatch it from his mouth. And he would not make it easy for you to do that.




Perfectly describes how Leo behaved! LOL! 
Once more, our family moved house, but this time, my brother could stay with Leo. That didn't prevent him from falling sick though just like Snoopy and Stella. When they put him down, nobody wanted to tell me. Eventually, my mother found a way to tell me.
I called him my German stud because he was a pure-bred German shepherd and he had the most beautiful, intelligent brown eyes, not to mention a ridiculously wide smile when he opened his mouth.

Isn't that eye good to look at?
Last and not least, came Tiny. We thought Tiny would be good company for Leo. She was a mongrel -mixture of many different breeds. Tiny slept in my bed for the longest time as a puppy. She had large floppy ears in relation to her mousy face. Tiny was nothing but trouble. She took the longest to learn not to pee in the house. She and Leo did NOT get along well. Worst of all, she kept running away to be with her siblings (they were in the neighbourhood) and often took Leo with her. I'm sure Leo followed for her sake but still. It scared us everytime we would come home to find the gate ajar and dogs gone.
This was Tiny :)
One day Tiny ran away and we didn't find her. Eventually, our gardener told us that he had seen her with some other people who lived nearby. We decided to let them keep her.

Currently, I live in apartments that do not allow pets. When I move out, I'll probably end up in another apartment that does not allow pets. I'm not letting go of my dreams though. When I get the space and resources, I plan on having a Labrador and a German Shepherd. I want my children to learn how to live with animals; to be appreciative of the rest of nature. Thankfully, the man I am looking forward to marrying shares my dream. ;)

Here's to having pets, learning how to live with animals and appreciating nature.




Labrador Retrievers in their natural colours

 *All photos are courtesy of Google Images except that of Tiny.







4 comments:

  1. I have this crazy neighbour who keeps three dogs (two carpety ones and one Chihuahua) in his one metre squared open balcony in South B! I sometimes want to call KSPCA on him. He is so cruel. Grrrr!
    About Stella’s death, so sad to think about Neo’s response.
    About Tiny, slept in your bed?! What?!
    I think animals are great, dogs included. I once kept two birds who chirped and sang throughout the day. I would keep them again. They made me soo happy. 

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  2. Oh no!! Three dogs! Those poor things do not have enought space. I feel for you.
    Lol! Yes, Tiny did. But on an old towel, not directly on my sheets ;)
    Aww!! Birds! I'd like to keep those! They must've been great pets!

    Thanks for stopping by! :D

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