He is gray all over his snout. Even his feet have gray. A rescued Daschund who has lived in our family for over 10 years. He arrived after he was brought out to play with my then puppy at the vet. The nurse then told us during that vet visit that he would be euthanased that day because nobody wanted him. She saw me coming that's for sure. I said I was worried about taking him as he was not neutered. She did a collection between their vet staff and got the op done. So Jack came home and firmly entrenched himself into our hearts. He has the loudest bark. He is old and deaf, but can hear a slightest fidget in the kitchen and it gets him charging in that direction. His little toenails doing a dance on the floors that are faster than any Irish Flaherty. So much personality in such a little bod.
My mum passed when I was 23. I never really had the opportunity to come back home to a respectful relationship with her after my teenage rebellious tribulations and assaults on her goodwill. So this blog is to honour and thank her for her contribution to my love for nature. She was an avid bird watcher and had dreams of travelling through the bush. I have many memories of her being fascinated by animals on our weekend getaways to the Kruger National Park. My first memory of her was her riding a horse called Thunder. That is a beautiful memory and the name of the horse is as mystical and awe inspiring as her impact on who I am in relationship with animals. She was fearless. And always confident that all would be well. She had faith in my animal relationships always. As a very young child I was given the task on many occasions to hand rear orphan wildlife and pets. She never micro managed the process but would offer helpful insight that came naturally to her. ...
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