What A Load of Crap…

The recent Chinese New Year celebration left me 2kgs heavier & a little richer from the Ang Pows that I have been graciously given. Of the number of events that I had attended, an all-girl reunion lunch was held & I had the opportunity to enjoy great company in the likes of 8 fantastic women who are mothers & gym goers too! They were really hot & no one would have guessed their age or occupation. Apart from the great food & even better company, I had been having long walks in Stony Park with Rufus each morning, sometimes beginning at 6:30am. The trade-off is even better, I get to have fellowship & quiet time with God when he carts off examining the shrubs. Sometimes, I bump into my neighbours & their dogs & Rufus would go wild, forgetting that I’m around. He gets put in his place when he doesn’t know how to behave (he still demonstrates puppy behaviour) by the older dogs but generally they all get along fine. They even taught him to dip in the stream. So far, I’ve seen a Nightjar, two storks, plenty of bee-eaters, munias, waterhen & a Jungle Fowl on my rounds. Demonstrating more Labrador-tendencies, he hunted a squirrel for me one morning……..the shrieks did not let up until he let go.

Rufus had a remarkable recovery & his bone is completely sealed by the calcium growth in the fracture. He had his metal pin removed surgically last weekend. He now can walk on all fours!!! Yay! To our disappointment, the entrance to Stony Park had been fenced off, denying us of our field time at the stream & hills. Thanks to the management. Rufus now feels shortchanged for not having his run & romp with his friends. I feel shortchanged for not having my prayer walk! Oh, we’ll probably have to dig a hole or cut the fence or something……

And so it was, that Richard & his wife (my neighbours)has the key to the little gate by the sewage pump house entrance, a bit off from the open but we managed to squeeze four humans & 8 dogs (you read right, it’s 8 dogs) through the narrow opening between the pump house & the fence to get to the edge of Stony Park. Trudging through rubbish, rotting trees & broken glass, we barely made it without twisting an ankle or prodded by stray branches. Needless to say, after our power walk, we had to squeeze back into the narrow opening to get to our compound. Lo, and behold, before I can leash Rufus, he fell into the sewage pond & got covered in shit from head to toe!!! SHIT! In plucking him out, I got shit all over me too! SHIT! No, serious shit! This is not swearing, from a brown dog, he became black, almost irrecognisable & truly implorable. And he knew it too. Oh, we stank to high heavens & I was livid. $(*#£%)%~*@%$#!!! Rufus! You are grounded! No hugs for you! I had to shampoo him four times over before we lost the shit & I had to scrub my bathroom with ammonia! Double stench! I got into work 2 hours late. Crap!

All my travels have been halted by my deadlines. I now have to produce two magazines as our writers/editors left the company for travel & other positions elsewhere. We are now down to a workforce of two, the editor & her writer. I haven’t the time nor the energy to write anything soulful because all my time has been devoted to writing professionally(and with Rufus sticking his head into shit, I am terribly tied up tending to him!). Once the magazine goes into print, I would be able to breathe easy for two weeks before the pressure is on again for the dive publication. My new writers come in next week so that’s a big relief.

Till then, think about me when you are buying perfume yah???