I took this picture of a monkey in Shimla, India, minutes after it had made off with a visitor’s packet of sweets that he was to offer at a temple. The ‘thief’ ensured he was at a safe distance but still visible and appeared to cock a snook at the worshipers with a ‘catch me if you can’ look. The ‘spoils’ of the loot are still visible on his face!
Tyson’s had a shave today – a really close shave – partly to help him beat the heat but mainly to deal with the mess of his 24×7 shedding hair by the bucketful.
We find him rather odd looking after spending nearly a hour and a half at the ‘saloon’ but he seems to be feeling ‘lighter’ and even more energetic.
The ‘stylist’ even gave him a ‘mohawk’ look to make him feel ‘modern’ and in keeping with the times. In retrospect, I feel a little ‘brush’ at the tip pf the tail would have stood out but, then, that’s done!
This is the first time in six years that Tyson’s been through this – even though he’s a regular at the vet for his periodic checks. This has given him a deadly Saluki look, which my daughter says is ‘horrible’. She claims she’s ‘shocked’ he would be shaved but admits it’s rather warm, especially for an animal who cannot shed any ‘clothes’ and has to make do with what he carries on his back.
I remember when we were kids, our house dogs were regularly shaved in the summer and they would have their thick coats back on in time for the severe winter. BUt with the weather in Bahrain ‘warm’ and ‘hot’, there’s no room for any cold season.
Nevertheless, Tyson will have his coat back in a couple of months, ready to negotiate, from the beginning of December, what we call the winter.
Meanwhile, I hops we will be free of the hair mess!
I guess it’s time for this cat to say goodbye – to this life at least!
Barely had I escorted Tyson inside the house than this rather menacing looking creature appeared from behind the wall and sat on the ‘toadstool’ I have set up with a makeshift birdbath, having a rather ‘cool’ drink!
Tyson, as expected, went ballistic – thankfully behind closed doors.
What I gather, of course, is that this one’s taking too much of a chance – it’s probably exhausted all but one of its nine lives and has to, sooner or later, become Tyson’s fourth feline victim.
Perhaps it was lying in wait for the opportune moment and made an appearance as soon as the coast was clear or is it that supreme confidence it could come to no harm?
Time will tell, which, I am guessing, is not far away! Tyson’s eying his trophy and this one’s chancing its luck. Watch this space!
This is a column I wrote at the Gulf Daily News back in the beginning of 2010 when our pet Tyson returned home after having gone missing for three days.
I was reminded of those times by a blog I wrote yesterday (Mutt on the coast) and a comment that followed saying how humans insist on getting animals to comply with their “silly endeavors.”
I totally agree! Why should pets, particularly dogs, who are known to carry the same emotions and feelings as humans, follow man’s every whim when man does not himself do so for the dog?
So we have let Tyson be and take him for his “walk” only for him to do his thing and come right back in, sometimes taking only a few minutes. He’s petrified of traffic, people, machines, in fact, any noise whatsoever. He will not go out for hours on end if there are road works going on or there are people on the porch outside. He will certainly not move out if there is any kind of noise and that could be the imam at the mosque saying the evening prayer!
He was always like that, ever since we brought him home as a few days old pup. He was somewhat improving when “disaster” struck and he disappeared. And, ever since we got him back, he’s been what he’s today!
So, now, he eats, and sleeps, eats again, and sleeps some more. He’s happy that way, and so are we!
It was a blisteringly hot evening yet again but that did not stop this bunch of children fool around on a “hillock” at the Busaiteen coast. But the way they were literally dragging a most unhappy-looking dog with them was not a pleasent sight. The well-fed, but visibly uncomfortable, mutt tried its best not to follow the pack of kids on the climb up but finally gave in after a bout of tugs and pulls.
The poor creature obviously would have been happier ensconed in the air-conditioned comfort of his master’s bedroom but that was not to be because the children (and that, too, boys) wanted to have some fun.
I felt sad at the way man’s best friend had been hopelessly outnumbered in this case, even as I thought about our own pet, Tyson, who refuses to be even taken for the customary evening after meal walk and rushes indoors seconds after completing his “business”!!