Jennifer's Dogs


Joey	Saddam	Juice
He is the most talented jumping dog I know. Not only can he jump fences, he does hoops, sticks, even humans. He can also do the usual sit, stay and roll. He also knows how to play dead when you shoot him with your fingers.	Son of Joey. Brother of Juice. He's the most spoilt, being Mummy's pet. He's loved by everyone and he knows it too. He's now over a year old, but he still thinks he's a puppy. But, hey, we all love him that way.	The only female dog in our house, she's the foxy lady. Aloof, yet friendly. Shy, yet forward. Depends on whether she likes you, really.
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CHERRY

Cherry, the most special dog in the world

Cherry was my one true companion. All my other dogs were more "family" dogs than my dogs, but Cherry was truly my dog. She could only do two tricks: one was "sit" and the other was "attack position" (which in Cherry-language meant lie-down). She wasn't a pedigree. And she was a little scruffy. But she was the most loyal dog there ever was. She would follow me everywhere, walk me to my friend's house before making her way home on her own, greet me after school each day by jumping over the gate before I managed to make it into our compound, sleep in my bed during storms when I needed someone to hug... she was my bestest friend.

She passed away one Halloween's Eve when a school bus rolled over her as she jumped out of our compound onto the road to greet me as I came home from school. There were so many if only's. If only I had not wasted time picking flowers at my friend's house after dropping her off, we would have been five minutes early and Cherry would not have been killed. If only the bus hadn't come along at that precise moment. If only Cherry didn't know how to jump the gate (she was the only one of my dogs who did). If only. Her death has also made me superstitious against black cats for life; I had put a cut-out of one on my bedroom door for Halloween's that morning. Well, I didn't go trick or treating that year.

I'd never cried so much over losing anyone or anything. Before we buried her in our garden, I held her limp body in my arms for what seemed like an eternity, before my Dad nudged me to let her go. So I did... but some part of me will never let her go. There have been more dogs after Cherry... there have always been dogs in my family. But no dog since has quite matched up. And perhaps no dog ever will. Cherry came into my life at a time when I needed a friend. I was an only child. I had friends, but that was only during school hours or if there was transport to get to one another's houses. I had my gorgeous parents, but that was only after work. The rest of the time I had Cherry. My life is so different now, I have a boyfriend, I have a career to think about, I have less and less time for my dogs. But I thank god for giving me Cherry when I most needed her.

I will never, ever forget her and just know our paths will cross again, if not in this lifetime, the next, or the next... but I love her and always always will.

Remember - by Christina Rossetti

Remember me when I am gone away
Gone far away into the silent land
When you can no more hold me by the hand
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray
Yet if you should forget me for awhile
And afterwards remember, do not grieve
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had
Better by far that you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.

Mummy with Saddam and Juice

Our two puppies by Phaedra and Joey. They are now dogs, but so cheeky and playful we still refer to them as puppies. Saddam knows he's special, so acts completely loveable and spoilt. Juice is the foxy vixen and more aloof, but as adorable all the same. Neither of them can jump like their father, Joey, can, but I haven't had the time to train them up like I did Joey, being away at university most of the time, and all. But they can sit, stay, lie down, roll and look cute, though.
AND they are mighty lickers.

Jennifer & Juice

This is me holding Juice. I hand-picked her to keep from Pheadra's litter of 6. We had decided to keep a girl and a boy. For the boy, we had more or less made up our mind about Saddam, but for the girl, it was a tough choice between Juice and Winnie Mandela, the only other female in the pack. Juice was prettier and (I thought) cuter, but Mummy thought Winnie was more intelligent. The only thing wrong with Winnie was that she was so small and kept being bullied by the other puppies. We gave away the other three (now named Ruff, Hagar and Gunther) away first, to see if keeping three puppies was a good idea. It turned out that it wasn't such a good idea, so we gave Winnie away, coz Juice, bimbo though she was, had brains enough to know that to be top-bitch (pardon the pun) she had to fight. Too many catfights would turn them into cats, so we had to separate them, which is how we ended up with just Juice.

Jennifer & the Joey family

At the front of our house with Saddam, Juice, Joey and Phaedra. Phaedra has since died of liver failure, but was the dearest dog and the best mom ever. We miss her dreadfully.

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