Meet some of the characters, both big and small, from the SA Show Pits event held in Muizenberg recently. I was overwhelmed by all the love and licks from these beautiful animals like Winston below. And no, Leo doesn’t know my affections were temporarily elsewhere as I left him at home. :-)
I’ve agonised over this post for a week now because despite longing to share photographs from a recent Pit Bull show, I know Pit Bulls are a controversial subject at the best of times. The thing is my blog is the last place I want to entertain a raging debate on the breed, because it’s my space and really intended to showcase life on the tip of Africa.
That said, here in the Western Cape their reputation is often in the spotlight for the uglier side of these dogs: The vicious and brutal world of dog fighting and the added association with gangsterism and thugs, where the breed has unwittingly become a status symbol and mascot. From time to time our local papers also report on fatal attacks on other dogs on our beaches by seemingly well socialised pit bulls.
Add to the mix the fact that I also happen to own one and I adore him despite the baggage he comes with, so I’m going to dedicate one post to him and a second to a couple of other beautiful Pitties I met at the show. In doing so I’m going to nip any debate in the bud by agreeing 200 percent with an animal behaviour practitioner who said in our local paper this week that “owning one requires serious dedication, an ability to accept their limitations with regards to other animals and a willingness to manage the dogs so they are not put in a position where they may cause harm to other people’s dogs”.** Amen to that.
Without further ado, meet Leo.
He came into my life quite unexpectedly as a 6-month old rescue pup when our gorgeous golden Lab left for the Big Kennel in the Sky seven years ago. He’d been rescued in Ocean View by Tears,* who found him locked up in an outside toilet severely malnourished and with broken ribs and a broken back leg.
Despite his horrific start in life, Leo loves people with all his heart and more. But other dogs? Not so much, apart from Sarah our much older no nonsense Staffie who is the Matriarch.
Owning Leo is not a walk in the park so we don’t go (sic). Visiting the Vet’s rooms is a nightmare requiring vigilance, dexterity and strength, but otherwise Leo gives us immense pleasure and an abundance of love, so we micro-manage around his shortcomings. And that’s good enough for me.
Meet all the gorgeous Pitties who showered me with affection at the SA Show Pits event in Part 2.
* The Emma Animal Rescue Society
** Taryn Blythe, False Bay Echo, 16 October 2014
If you find yourself travelling up the Whale Coast from Cape Town to Hermanus, fight the urge to get there quicker over Sir Lowry’s Pass and take the coastal route. Slow the car down, inhale the breeze coming off the sea, count how many types of wild flowers hug the roadside and stop to take in interesting mini hamlets like Rooi Els, Pringle Bay, Betty’s Bay and my birthday destination of choice this year, Kleinmond.
The harbour area is all about interesting shops, cosy eateries and friendly locals (bar the grumpy proprietress of a lovely gift shop who oozed hostility and wouldn’t allow photographs, so we walked right out. Attitude counts for everything lady and as my mother always said, it’s not what you say but how you say it!!.)
Anyway, take a stroll through the other shops with me ….
What an amazing breakfast at Derric van Rensburg’s Art Café. French toast, bacon, banana and berry compote with slivered almonds. Approx 12 000+ calories on one plate, but it was my birthday after all :-) We arrived on an overcast morning to a wonderful fire and fleecy blankets in primary colours slung over the chairs. It beat the icy reception at the “strictly no photographs” gift shop down the road by far.
The Potters Garden Nursery is a must visit.
And you can’t miss the colony of weaver birds nesting outside.
And then take in the shops.
Male Weavers have got to be the most industrious, hardworking birds I know. Common throughout sub-Saharan Africa with their bright yellow plumage and elaborately woven nests, they are harassed and henpecked until they get that nursery basket just right. If not the female will rip it to shreds and demand a new one immediately.
This poor harassed Cape Weaver male is part of a colony nesting outside a gallery in Kleinmond.
Daybreak and the iconic Mother City landmark looms larger than life, wherever you are in Blouberg. In the foothills of the mountain, the city lights still twinkle like amber glitter as people walk the beach.
Kitesurfers come and go all day. Some stay until the light fades completely.
Other locals like Professor Leonard with his boundless energy stick to the sand.
Some are a little more sedate, while in the distance container ships wait to enter Cape Town Harbour.
Nature’s treasures abound.
As the end of the day draws to a close, pastel colours form the backdrop to the gardens of the landmark Dolphin Beach Hotel.
September has seen Spring pop her head up, so it was time to dust off the hiking shoes and hit the mountains after three months recovering from digital realignments to straighten my toes. RA has a nasty habit of causing hammer toe and this procedure was relatively painless with a quick recovery versus the less desirable couple of months in a moon boot.
The Noordhoek Peak trail, accessed from Silvermine Nature Reserve, didn’t disappoint with sweeping views of Noordhoek Beach and the Fish Hoek/Noordhoek Valley and an abundance of fynbos bursting with colour along the way..
Wildlife photographers often grumble about coming back from a trip without the photographs they envisaged. It’s true. A lot of the time. But every now and then I get a surprise when I least expect it.
I was stepping over flowerbeds in the Dolphin Beach Hotel’s immaculate gardens trying to urge a pair of francolins into the sunlight, when we spotted this tiny striped field-mouse nibbling at young grass shoots.