Randolph Everyone has a thing they don’t mention, but it can consume a large part of their life. In my case, it is a planned emigration. The process is arduous and time-consuming, and we happen to be on the fast track. It’s been almost a year, and looks to eclipse the twelve-month barrier if the visas don’t hurry up now.
I have been eerily quiet on my blog about this for a number of reasons, many of which go to my privacy, potential issues at work, and so on.
I’m mentioning it now because I (we) have a dilemma: two small dogs that need a home, and an unknown date of our actual departure.
So this entry, along with dropping the bombshell about me leaving the country in which I have lived my whole life, is also a call to animal lovers to adopt two of the most awesome creatures I’ve ever had the pleasure of raising.
Biscuit, who appeared on a doorstep (as a very small puppy) nine-ish years ago and is therefore a lady of indeterminate age and breed, is quite possibly a Chihuahua cross (with a Jack Russell). She is spayed.
Molly is a pure-bred Dachshund, two years old, and not spayed.
Both are up to date with innoculations, have their vet booklets stamped, and are house-trained. They live outside in their own kennel.
Please have a look at the poster I made if you’re interested.
You can contact me here, or email dogs AT itsol.co.za. Operators are standing by.