Muddy Matters

Life at the KSPCA is always extreme. We all, human and animals alike, were devastated at the death of Mkombozi, a truly unique and remarkable dog. Her story captivated the world when she rescued a new born human baby and carried it to safety. I spent many hours talking to her, she was such a fine and dignified old lady and she was bewildered by the reaction to what for her was a natural response, saving the life of a new born. She adored human children and after this became her new home loved being taken out to schools to meet them, her one sadness was to not be re-united with the human baby she rescued and she often wondered what happened to her. I personally tolerate mini-humans, they can be rather quaint but do have a tendency to pull on my tufty hair and poke my ears amongst other things.

Otherwise we have been incredibly busy, one day I went along to supervise the rescue of a horse that had fallen in fallen in huge pit filled with water and black cotton mud. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, it was a particularly rank mud pit but the humans who slipped around yelling and screeching didn’t seem too happy. Eventually they had to call KK out to help with an amazing thing – humans call it a fire engine. This distracted me from supervising the rescue while I explored it; the cab was filled with an alarming amount of levers and buttons and for some reason a human wearing a very odd hat didn’t appreciate me testing the levers out especially when an enormous ladder appeared out of nowhere. I told Percival about this when I got back to the KSPCA and he was astounded. Why you would have a red monster that has a hidden ladder baffled us. Anyway, with my help, the horse was pulled out of the glutinous mud with a satisfying plop and apart from being a bit deaf after all the yelling during the excitement was none the worse for the experience and even said that he would love to do it again as the mud bath had done wonders for his coat, apparently humans pay a fortune for this experience.

One of my worst nightmares is happening – a rabies outbreak. There have been anfrightening amount of rabies cases being reported in the Lenana area. The humans here have had to arrest several poor deranged dogs that have contracted this terrible disease. It really is the most awful thing and so unnecessary, if only humans would vaccinate us then it would never happen. I will not go out on these rescue missions, I find it far too upsetting to see a dog that through no fault of his own is in the throes of agony and madness. I am just grateful that the humans here can deal with it and make the community safe again for both humans and animals. They even arrested a goat that had caught the disease, a terrible sight to see. I know the humans here are mounting a rabies campaign at the moment, vaccinating dogs in Lenana and other areas which will help stop this disease. I really do find humans hard to understand sometimes, I was watching the news the other day and see that there is an outbreak of something called Ebola and now a fortune is being spent trying to discover the cure and isolate infected humans. We have a vaccination for rabies, we have had it for many years but most humans are unaware of it or just simply cannot afford it. Oh well, one day a human will listen to me, I do try and tell them but they can be quite impawssible.

Boris having a purrfect day

Boris003Yesterday Percival joined me on one of my patrols around the KSPCA, he is the resident KSPCA pig. For those that do not know him he is a bit of a hogthrob in the swine world and is the sole remaining survivor of the debacle of the Parliament Pigs – when reluctant pigs were recruited to support a demonstration outside Parliament, protesting about MP’s inflated salaries. Percival is the last remaining witness to this uniquely human form of insanity and now is an active member of the KSPCA, a true piglomat. Anyway we were on our usual stroll around the kennels and met a new dog who had arrived that morning. Such a pretty little thing and so sad, I have rarely seen such misery and incomprehension. With some gentle probing we found out that Middy, her name, had been brought in for rehoming as her human family had tired of her. Adored and pampered when she was young she wanted for nothing and then neglected and rejected when her puppy appeal and her skittish ways faded. I have met many dogs like this but Middy touched my heart, the total bewilderment at what she could possibly have done wrong and telling her that her only crime was to grow old did not stop the tears. Percival and I left her to her grief, shuddering and sobbing, staring through the kennel door up the path in the hope that her beloved human family would come and take her back home.

After that we needed cheering up and so wandered up to see the cattery. Always a high spot of my day and Percival does enjoy scratching himself against the cattery which guarantees an outpouring of hissing and spitting. Simple pleasures, although on occasion Percival has been swiped across his ample rump by a nimble, accurate and extended claw, he is a portly pig and one can only dodge flying feline feet so much. Today the cat-calling quickly escalated into a feline frenzy as Percival grunted and groaned in pleasure heaving his bristly bottom up and down the enclosure. These were not petulant meows but a raucous outpouring of indignation and rage, funny thing is that cats meow to humans but not to each other. Humans are trained to react to a meow and immediately heads are stroked, doors are opened and food dispensed, I should try meowing; humans can be a bit slow on the uptake so I’ll try anything for a purrfect day.

I think I’d better go back and check on Middy, I have a bone stashed in the human office which is wonderfully revolting and ready for gnawing and it might just cheer her up. I have various goodies stashed all over the place; it’s good to have an emergency snack. The head-human does find my secret stashes, I think it must be something to do with the mouthwatering smells and to my horror she throws them out but so long as I can keep restocking I don’t worry too much. This particular gem is a present from a female-human that comes to visit me and brings me bones that are fresh and need care, experience and dedication to get them perfectly ripe stage of decay. I really don’t know why this female human brings me bones but am always grateful and occasionally give her a lick, at which she whirls in delight and shrieks in what I think is pleasure; she seems to think that I am a ‘Whoo whoo what a handsome boy’ whatever that is. She once brought me a Big Mac! I really could become a junk food addict, though I am not partial to pickle. This reminds me, I received an email from a friend in America a few days ago, her human family went on their annual walkabout and she went to stay in a dog hotel and part of the all-inclusive package is to be taken on a drive through MacDonald’s where she can order a BigMac, Cheeseburger or chicken McNuggets. Don’t think I’ll tell Middy about this just yet, hopefully my precious bone will stimulate her appetite – bone appetit.

Boris’s Blog

BorisHi! I am Boris, one of the resident dogs at the KSPCA and the humans that think they run this establishment have asked me to write a Blog talking about some of the things that happen here.

Actually I am a bit of a computer fundi and I’ve been trying to keep it quiet but one of the humans caught me chatting to some of my muttley friends on Face Bark so my cover is blown and now I have to earn my bones.

My earliest memories are of the KSPCA as this is where my life really began; I am 10 years old now and officially a pooch pensioner. I was adopted by some lovely human things but they had to leave the country and rather than take me with them or leave me fending for myself they brought me back here, which was great – I really didn’t like the idea of going to the UK, way too cold, and I definitely didn’t want to start scavenging and trying to survive. It’s just not in my bones to do that, actually it is not in any dog’s bones and is just so wrong but I will go into that later. Life here is good and I can’t grumble or growl too much about anything and one thing that is guaranteed is that life is never dull.

Every day I patrol around the grounds to see what is happening and bump into new faces, some of them are sad and some are happy but we are all optimistic and relieved to be here. I met my first camels the other day! To say I was amazed is an understatement, I’ve never seen anything like it before – the way they talk and walk! It took me a bit to understand them but we did have a chat. Their lives make my daily trials and tribulations look like a doggle but according to them they have it easy and not like some of their relations who are in Northern Kenya and elsewhere, although one of them, Claude, has a distant relation in Australia but he can’t get a visa to travel there and visit him. Their owners do realise that a happy camel is one that is cared for – if they are not fed and watered then they cannot work. They give rides to little human things which I personally don’t understand, Clarence, one of the camels gave me a short ride around the KSPCA and I hated it, especially when he stood up and I had to cling on with a claw but I am an old dog now and maybe in my puppyhood would have enjoyed it. Their owners turned up and claimed them, Clarence and Claude seemed happy to see them and bellowed and drooled at the sight of them, how can people complain about us dogs?!

Anyway one of the resident humans is screeching at me something about deadlines so I had better stop here and put my paw print on this. If you want to read more about me and my friends at the KSPCA then I will be doing a regular Blog on their web site and don’t forget that I am doing this for bones and the bones have to be bought and I really do love bones, you could say that I am a bona- fido dog!