Sunday sketches

I wrote a post about my dog, Gucci and cat, Kenzo way way back, in which I tried to explain the ineptness of my drawing, by saying that Kenzo DID have a flopped-over ear, really, it wasn't just that I couldn't fit it on the page... then recently, it dawned on me that her ear was quite alright again, and was standing up as cat's ears should. I thought no more about it until an article in the Sunday Times by someone whose cat suddenly developed a flopped-over ear. Googling the malady, as one does, alarmed him so much that he whisked her off to the vet post haste. The vet revealed that after a number of similiar cases in the Johannesburg area, they had been, as a profession, puzzled and without diagnosis. Until one day, a client reported witnessing his cat returning from her nocturnal patrols, over their electric-fenced boundary wall. Her ear touched one of the wires, yowling and indignant, she flew into his kitchen window, sporting a newly flopped-over ear... which, after the nerves had recovered from their assault, righted itself in due time. Such are the perils of a pet in this city...
This is Gucci the weimeraner's stock position whenever we are on our verandah, braaing (barbequeing in case anyone still hasn't heard the SA term yet...), usually on a Sunday. He lies in exactly the same spot, facing the same North-Westerly direction and stares intently into the far distance, until we move inside. We've speculated that perhaps he's hearing the ancient call of his wolverine ancestors up there in Canada, or the howl of a Namibian jackal, or maybe he just saw a rat or lizard disappear into that corner of the garden once and is waiting for it to pop out again, this time he'll be ready... who knows what goes on in a dog's head?

This is my husband BFG - doing some handyman work and relaxing with the paper while the boerewors sizzles on the fire.