who's the boss..........

i have always regarded pets as an unnecessary accessory until i visited my little,bigger brother and his family in canada. there i started to learn the answer as to who owns who.
i will start with the most junior owner of their family...the fish (photo unavailable when going to print) it was bestowed on my nephew, asher as a party favour by a young friend. fish did not impose to much on the family. he only expected his meals  of 3-5 pellets twice a day. not more and not less. if more, he would turn up his nose at the excess and let them sink to the floor of his room to mold, thus insuring that his water was changed and home cleaned and that you understood that the extra work was of your own doing ..the cause overfeeding.

meet winston, a descendant of george's dragon. note the lack of hair and the whiskers...remind you of anyone?
he is the second most senior in the ownership line.he spends his day perched on a branch in his office in the household kitchen. he seems to keep a beady eye on all who pass by and watches what is done, by whom and how much is removed from the fridge (he has an excellent view of that) his demands at meal time.....crickets...not the world cup type ,the chirpy jumping ones......and as many as possible and, if it were up to him, as often as possible.

while visiting there i tried to ease the families workload by serving and feeding winston.at first i put on a brave front, as i was weary of this hairless ,whiskered boss. when serving a meal...done by grasping a cricket between the thumb and forefinger and holding 2 inches from his nose and waiting for him to open his mouth ,extend his tongue to remove same from hand....and hoping that it wont be' remove hand from same.'

as i lost most of my fear i came to enjoy this silent stately gentleman.

 the big boss...frodo.....and yes, the hobbit was named after him.
he has a chair and a blanket in the tv room, all of his own.warning ...do not under any circumstances sit on that chair.he is a bit temperamental but does have his redeeming qualities,such as after supper you say 'treats' and he runs to his eating bowl ,sits erect and waits patiently for a 'doggy treat'.

now to the most disturbing part of serving this master( warning if you are of a sensitive nature skip to the next paragraph.) at night frodo is taken for his evening constitutional know as 'walkies'. when i first saw roy perform this ritual i wondered what the small plastic bag was for. to my amazement and horror i soon found out.the canadian's and not the pets, demand that you follow behind your master and pick up after them....yes pick up after them...and yes pick up after them. that is what the plastic bag is for.my second question to roy was'what do you do with the plastic bag once your and the pet's duties have been performed.?'..his answer 'put it in your pocket!'
well i might be a bit slow but even i did not fall for that one. my next question to all .........how is plastic more eco friendly than manure???

the next step in my education came once i had returned home to africa( here plastic bags are used  to adorn the side of the road) i met and fell in love with my sweetheart, breeze.she of course took the chance of taking me  home to introduce me to her family and most importantly, get the approval of her three owner cats,sox, didi and dexter. (2 of whom were introduced in previous blogs.)

 here is dexter the man of the house...because the ladies allow it. he is the most vocal... at meal time ...and any other time come to think of it....an air bag..ladies? he is the hunter. at night when one fetches water ,turn the light on as you might step on a dead rat..some of which are almost his size(an exaggeration perhaps?..well a little)

didi thinking she is doing yoga

didi climbing into a box...whats new!

didi, not the brains of the outfit, but the one with the biggest heart and loudest purr. always loving,caring and forgiving when you unintentionally step on her tail.a milk addict deluxe.

she and dexter are siblings,one got the brains the other the looks.

sox posing as an ornament

this is the lady of the house. she is regal, refined and a bit anti-social.sox is her name.

once the formal introductions were made and a lot of pleading and begging for acceptance into the family on my part, i approched the three on bended knee and ask for their maid servant, breeze's hand in marriage.they were not at all put out as they now had two servants,but before giving their blessing they made me contract to,(as happened to jacob of old,)work for 7 years for each of them.so 21 years of sevice for me,but as i get to work side by side with breeze i dont't mind in the least.

part of my duties is to play pillow for dexter to sleep on,be a scratching post for didi to rub against and make my cupboard available for sox to nap in.

see where i keep my sox!

but, and this is the part i am gratfull for :


   i dont have to follow them with plastic bags!