My last blog was about Tenali, who we lost last October. This one is on Mojo
The year Tenali turned one,a black Doberman puppy came into our lives.
Scrawny and with dull coat he could barely stand when his stomach was full but he was lovable and energetic and a absolute beauty once he filled out and got stronger.
Food was his weakness and he loved the freedom on the estate. Tenali and he would chase the babblers and mynas as they fed each evening sending them screeching into the air. He hated termite mounds and would attack them ferociously.
He was a great bison chaser too. There was an invisible line or fence that ran around the house that they were not to cross. If they did he would bark incessantly until I went out and shone my torchlight. There was no set time and the bison would either come as a herd or the one solitary bull....and they sought the green grass of our lawn.
One night the barking got so much that I went out to see and found the bull to be on our drive very close to the house. He did not take much notice of mojo who pranced around him , other than occasionally snort and try to toss him but he did not take to me shining the light in his eyes and yelling "go away! I need my sleep" .He angrily tossed his great big head and moved away but Mojo was not happy as he was still within the imagined fence. He ran up to me to tell me that and so i told him that the bull was gone and he could go back to his room. As I spoke I took a couple of steps towards his room which was in the direction of the drive... I shone the torch to show Mojo there was nothing there and to my horror found Mr bull just behind the room. Luckily the room is fenced around it and I quickly ran into it in case the bull decided he wanted to chase the dog. So much for bravery.
Mojo also loved taking thingsthat did not belong to him.I was not able to keep any thing out on the veranda,be it knick knacks or slippers. They would go missing by morning and he would be hiding it in his little room.
We would often laugh and say if we had a Christmas tree decorated outside we would find the serial lights and decorations in his room😅
It's funny how much animal pets become so much a part of you.They know you so very well, your moods , your likes and even how to play to the gallery.
Each morning we had a routine,since mojo was out all night he would be put in his room by 5,30 am and Tenal would get out for a bit.
They stopped being roommates once Mojo decided he would take a piece of Tenali's ear as a souvenir.
Each dog had a couple of hours out to roam the estate and loll around the house.
While Mojo made his time out working up a froth chasing monkeys and termites and often enough scorpions and snakes. For each he had a different bark. I must tell you this story about him and a king cobra
One evening while I was watching television mojo started to bark. It was a warning bark ,one he used for snakes and scorpions. I came out into the garden and found him barking at a Zambia plant. It was about 3 feet high,and had thorny leafy stems. I went round the bush and found nothing,he however was jumpy and snapped at the flowers the plant had at its root. I went back in to hear him barking again. I came out, took a large stick gave the Bush a couple of whacks and told him he was making a nuisance of himself. Went back in and he started agsin. By then i was quite mad and came out in time to see him trying to leap at the bush. I could not see much in the evening light and went closer ...he leapt higher and barked angrily. I was like "What are you barking at...." and then like a periscope on top of the bush I saw the hood. Boy ! It sent shivers . It was watching his every move and bobbing it's head, getting ready to strike. Having lost dogs to snake bites I knew I had to get him away.
That week he had lost his brand new collar and I had to literally drag him like a wwf fighter. I then had to chase the snake away.
That was one scary day.
It's funny that most dogs only want to attack the venomous snakes....5 to 10 feet ones.
Mojo was a electric mix of fun , naughtiness and energy. He could raise your spirit in a jiffy. The antics he pulled are legendary.
He had a habit of carrying his blanket wherever he slept. Sometimes when he was mad at the other dogs he would shake his blanket in such a fury that it would bear testimony to his anger by being a ragged , barely there bit of cotton and barely cover his butt but he would lovingly carry it and snooze in the sun. I finally ended up giving him an old sack . They kept their square shape for less than a day🤣
Mojo didn't make it through this year.
He suddenly began to lose weight and looked poorly.
Since we relocated we left him on the estate so he would enjoy freedom but I think freedom takes on a new meaning when your people don't live there and come and go as they please. We brought him home thinking he was feeling depressed but it was more than that.
Sadly the vet didn't diagnose him properly and I had no idea what was happening. Within a week of finally telling us he had liver failure Mojo passed on.
I was alone with him, coaxing him to eat, keeping him warm ,nothing worked and the grief was too much to talk about.
I wanted to put him down but vets in India don't believe in taking a life no matter what the struggle. This angered me so much because he had to suffer and I couldn't help him in any way. Living miles away from anywhere doesn't help either.
I let him down. The people he trusted .....let him down.
No I will never get over this immense sadness and tears still come even as i write.
I hope he is in a happy place.
I loved him so very much. He will not be forgotten
Rest in peace 2010 - 2018.
The year Tenali turned one,a black Doberman puppy came into our lives.
Scrawny and with dull coat he could barely stand when his stomach was full but he was lovable and energetic and a absolute beauty once he filled out and got stronger.
Food was his weakness and he loved the freedom on the estate. Tenali and he would chase the babblers and mynas as they fed each evening sending them screeching into the air. He hated termite mounds and would attack them ferociously.
He was a great bison chaser too. There was an invisible line or fence that ran around the house that they were not to cross. If they did he would bark incessantly until I went out and shone my torchlight. There was no set time and the bison would either come as a herd or the one solitary bull....and they sought the green grass of our lawn.
One night the barking got so much that I went out to see and found the bull to be on our drive very close to the house. He did not take much notice of mojo who pranced around him , other than occasionally snort and try to toss him but he did not take to me shining the light in his eyes and yelling "go away! I need my sleep" .He angrily tossed his great big head and moved away but Mojo was not happy as he was still within the imagined fence. He ran up to me to tell me that and so i told him that the bull was gone and he could go back to his room. As I spoke I took a couple of steps towards his room which was in the direction of the drive... I shone the torch to show Mojo there was nothing there and to my horror found Mr bull just behind the room. Luckily the room is fenced around it and I quickly ran into it in case the bull decided he wanted to chase the dog. So much for bravery.
Mojo also loved taking thingsthat did not belong to him.I was not able to keep any thing out on the veranda,be it knick knacks or slippers. They would go missing by morning and he would be hiding it in his little room.
We would often laugh and say if we had a Christmas tree decorated outside we would find the serial lights and decorations in his room😅
It's funny how much animal pets become so much a part of you.They know you so very well, your moods , your likes and even how to play to the gallery.
Each morning we had a routine,since mojo was out all night he would be put in his room by 5,30 am and Tenal would get out for a bit.
They stopped being roommates once Mojo decided he would take a piece of Tenali's ear as a souvenir.
Each dog had a couple of hours out to roam the estate and loll around the house.
While Mojo made his time out working up a froth chasing monkeys and termites and often enough scorpions and snakes. For each he had a different bark. I must tell you this story about him and a king cobra
One evening while I was watching television mojo started to bark. It was a warning bark ,one he used for snakes and scorpions. I came out into the garden and found him barking at a Zambia plant. It was about 3 feet high,and had thorny leafy stems. I went round the bush and found nothing,he however was jumpy and snapped at the flowers the plant had at its root. I went back in to hear him barking again. I came out, took a large stick gave the Bush a couple of whacks and told him he was making a nuisance of himself. Went back in and he started agsin. By then i was quite mad and came out in time to see him trying to leap at the bush. I could not see much in the evening light and went closer ...he leapt higher and barked angrily. I was like "What are you barking at...." and then like a periscope on top of the bush I saw the hood. Boy ! It sent shivers . It was watching his every move and bobbing it's head, getting ready to strike. Having lost dogs to snake bites I knew I had to get him away.
That week he had lost his brand new collar and I had to literally drag him like a wwf fighter. I then had to chase the snake away.
That was one scary day.
It's funny that most dogs only want to attack the venomous snakes....5 to 10 feet ones.
Mojo was a electric mix of fun , naughtiness and energy. He could raise your spirit in a jiffy. The antics he pulled are legendary.
He had a habit of carrying his blanket wherever he slept. Sometimes when he was mad at the other dogs he would shake his blanket in such a fury that it would bear testimony to his anger by being a ragged , barely there bit of cotton and barely cover his butt but he would lovingly carry it and snooze in the sun. I finally ended up giving him an old sack . They kept their square shape for less than a day🤣
Mojo didn't make it through this year.
He suddenly began to lose weight and looked poorly.
Since we relocated we left him on the estate so he would enjoy freedom but I think freedom takes on a new meaning when your people don't live there and come and go as they please. We brought him home thinking he was feeling depressed but it was more than that.
Sadly the vet didn't diagnose him properly and I had no idea what was happening. Within a week of finally telling us he had liver failure Mojo passed on.
I was alone with him, coaxing him to eat, keeping him warm ,nothing worked and the grief was too much to talk about.
I wanted to put him down but vets in India don't believe in taking a life no matter what the struggle. This angered me so much because he had to suffer and I couldn't help him in any way. Living miles away from anywhere doesn't help either.
I let him down. The people he trusted .....let him down.
No I will never get over this immense sadness and tears still come even as i write.
I hope he is in a happy place.
I loved him so very much. He will not be forgotten
Rest in peace 2010 - 2018.
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