The wind blows the strelizia leaves into such a rustle that I think the rats are dropping out. I stand by to charge them if they fall, probably won’t happen today, but you never know. When my boss left this morning I knew we would be in for another long and windy day. There’s only Emily doing the washing and that damn parrot to look at - flapping his wings and talking the human language. He calls me regularly:” Skye, here’s njannies!” but I know it is him, mamma don’t call me like that. One day he’s again going to flutter down his cage from up top and I’m going to get him. I’m a Scotty and it’s my job you know, hunting vermin.
Oh well, I guess it is time my friends got a bit of a working over from me. It is still early and cool so we can run around a bit and chase each other through the ferns and daisies. Maybe there’s a chance Mandy buried another bone somewhere deep in the corner next to the tap, a bit sandy and old but they usually still have some flavour in them. Chucky, the other Shar-pei would be a hassle, but I’ll evade him with my quick feet.
I watch the world go by behind this palisade fence. Sometimes there are people passing with dogs on leashes, that is when Mandy, Chucky and myself go crazy – have to get out and chase these strangers away. Sometimes there are lonely people just passing by, we give them a bark or two just so they won’t get any ideas. Other times I just lay here and watch the autumn leaves roll down the street on the western breeze; it gets pretty boring at times.
Holidays for the humans is coming up, I can feel it in the vibration of my boss’s legs when he comes home from work. He’s slightly off to say the least, probably fed up with the life outside for a while. Last December there was a big commotion at the house with the old lady. The Lady went to her family for Christmas but left her Jack Russell all alone in the yard. Her house help came once a day to give Nikki some water and food but never even said a word of comfort. When that night came of the big bangs, Nikki entangled herself in the pool gate and cut her neck to pieces. The more she tried to escape the bangs, the more her neck got cut; she bled out on the spot. She was such a timid girl for a Russell…
While I’m bred to find vermin, I do enjoy a late afternoon snooze on the couch any day. It was on one of those lazy afternoons that I overheard the boss of the house discussing animal activism with one of his friends. They were having it on about the rhino poaching and how much money was thrown towards that cause. The friend said that they could easily re-direct some of that money towards the SPCA to save some domestic animals if they could make a definitive plan to guard the rhino’s, or conserve them. He said that it seems there is money going astray - how weird are these humans, they work all day and some at night, only to buy the cars that killed many an acquaintance of mine. Then they mentioned the stealing of dogs and cats by vagrants and the homeless to go and braai in the veld and consume. How weird is that then, the very people we are acquired to warn them about, consume us. Idiots, all of them – except my boss, oh – and mamma of course.
As I dozed off I dream of Nikki, how pretty she was, how sweet and friendly, how agonising that time she was stuck in the fence must have been. I think of all the dogs that have been poisoned just to let the thieves have access to human possessions. I think of Chucky and Mandy on the braai grid with laughing, poor humans around it. I think of the coming December banging season. I shiver and close my eyes.