Doubting Hound

We’re knee deep in Corenza C here Chez 6000, so please accept this quota dog in lieu of a proper post.


Here’s everyone’s* favourite beagle puppy, Tigger, looking rather doubtful.
This is actually rather sad, because she’d just been informed that she is actually a dog. She’s convinced that she’s human, but if she were, then we wouldn’t make her sleep in a cage, or allow her to crap in the garden. Not since that visit from the Child Protection Department when we were raising our second child, anyway.

If this virus persists into tomorrow, I’m off to get tested for distemper.

* because they don’t have to clean up after her.

Cut & Paste Disappointment

With Mrs 6000 getting up early for Colin each and every morning, I do the late shift. The late shift actually isn’t too bad – all it involves is not putting the dog to bed too early, because then the dog wakes up too early. Hardly revolutionary stuff. It doesn’t always work, and in fact last night it didn’t work at all and so we’re all a bit knackered this morning.

But that’s not the point of this post.

I was actually quite looking forward to yesterday evening’s late shift, because in an effort to keep me awake, I had pre-determined that I would watch England’s European Championship qualifier against Switzerland. I’m aware that if it was to be anything like England’s friendly against Norway last week, I may have struggled to combat the extreme soporific forces, but I had high hopes and they were only to be dashed by SuperSport, and not by another dull England performance. Because SuperSport weren’t showing it.

Previously, I would have raged a bit and then wondered what was going on and then raged further, more at frustration of not knowing why it wasn’t on, rather than the actual fact that it wasn’t on. But these days, we have twitter, and a quick look at SuperSport’s timeline told me that I wasn’t the only one wondering why we were missing out:


And let’s not be all South Africa-centric here – this is for the whole of Africa, including the footballing hubs of Nigeria and other countries in Africa that like to watch football. Beeg audience.
So – are they trying to get the rights? Will they get the rights? Er…


Once this week’s matches are over with, we have about 4 weeks before the next international break, which will feature more European Championship qualifiers, including England against THE MIGHTY San Marino. Hopefully, SuperSport will have sorted out this rights issue before then: after all, we’re paying quite a lot of money to be able to watch these sorts of things (and let’s face it, there’s not a huge amount of other stuff on DSTV that’s worth the subscription).

Meanwhile, Afcon qualification takes over on Wednesday evening. And although SuperSport do have the rights for that, I’m going to to go an watch Bafana Bafana v Nigeria at the Cape Town Stadium, simply because I can.


We’re chilling out by the coast and there are important things to do like walking on the beach and cooking meat on the braai so blogging is always going to take a bit of a back seat.

Still, you need your fix and so here is not one, but two quota panoramae! [cue gasps of astonishment from the expectant crowd]



The first one is from our journey down here last night. Some nameless dirt road just north of Napier where stopped to give Colin a comfort break and to take photos of the sun setting over the Southern Cape farmland.

The second is from the beach near Suiderstrand, this time walking Colin until it broke and needed to be carried home.

I suppose that if there is one thing to be said for having a dog, it’s that you get the opportunity to take photos like these, when otherwise, you’d probably be in a pub somewhere, enjoying a nice drink and some good laughs.


Beagle news

According to this comment, I should be thinking of Colin as clickbait. The rationale, as the commenter goes on to explain, is that revenue from the Google ads clicked upon by people coming here to see photos of Colin could be used to pay for replacement furniture. It’s a good plan, but there’s going to have to be a lot of clickage to sort out all the damage.

Earlier this week, the dog discovered the joy of digging up the lawn. Turns out that it’s actually very good at it too. Let’s make no bones about this (pun intended), I KILL MOLES WITH A SPADE for doing exactly the same thing. And then on Monday evening, I spent an hour repairing the wire from the alarm contact on the front door because it had been chewed through (the wire, not the front door) (yet). While there’s no actual proof that this was the dog, sources indicate that they are around 99.999% certain it was Colin-related.

Beyond. Reasonable. Doubt.

Look, I’ll admit it. It looks fairly harmless, doesn’t it? It’s clever though. Devious. It has already learned the power of public relations and it poses, looking mournful, underloved and completely innocent, as soon as it sees a camera or cellphone. It has naked selfies on the iCloud and will rightfully expect widespread pity when its account is hacked.

Don’t be fooled.

Once the camera is gone, the mischievous, destructive escapologist reappears. Things get dug, chewed, eaten, damaged. The dog isn’t where you left it and you’ve no idea how it got where it is. Your daughter has been partially devoured. Colin is about 1o weeks old. Apparently, “it gets better” by the time they’re about 10 months old.

Something is going to have to give.


No-one ever asks me how I am. Loads of people ask me how the bloody dog is though. And when they ask me how the bloody dog is, I’m going to send them here and then not only can they find out how the bloody dog is, they can also see that I might appreciate it if they’d occasionally ask after my well-being too.

Anyway, it’s no biggie, because I’ve found that all one has to do is chuck a photo of a puppy on the blog, like this one taken last night:


…and the hits just roll in. Even if the dog looks rather unsure about things.

Look, the dog is fine. Thanks for asking.

It’s getting big: 4.6kg at the last weigh-in. It’s noisy*, it’s nippy, it doesn’t sleep much (at night, anyway) and it’s generally a bit of a pain. I’d actually really like to get rid of it now, because the novelty has worn off and it’s a whole lot more work than I was promised, it’s costing loads of money and it’s all take with no reward at the moment, but (much like the individuals referred to at the start of this post) my family would probably rather I left than it did.

And so we persevere.

* Apparently, beagles don’t “bark”, they “bay”, thus Colin’s noise is “baying”. I think “baying” may just be short for “Bloody AnnoYING”.