Friday, October 10, 2008
Digs Pig
As new digsmates in 67a African Street we couldn’t afford a dog, so one day on the way back from Port Alfred we bought a piglet for 20 bucks. We thought we’d got a bargain, but from the get go Morticia was an abysmal failure as a house pet. In the wee hours we’d be woken by her squealing like someone was trying to rape her in the garden (Ollie?), when all she wanted, it turned out, was more butternut and potato peels. she could not hold her lager (apparent after she vommed on a Pringle debutante’s high heels); she head-butted anything that moved, including Hay-sus passed out on our kitchen floor; and cost us a fortune in sun cream every time we took her to Kenton, where she burrowed deep holes all along the beach at Shelley's Cove. Eventually we lost patience trying to teach her to lie flat on the baking tray holding an apple in her mouth, and sent her back to the farm.
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We had a dog in our digs, at least, Tam had a dog and as I inherited Tam's room, I inherited the dog fleas... OMG, they were everywhere! Did Morticia have fleas? If not, you got a good deal!
My second digs was a gorgeous, teeny tiny garden flat in African Street. It was so teeny tiny that the bed was raised up on the drawers and overlooked the shower, basin and loo. I adored it, it was like living in a dolls house. Sarah Murray, who owned the main house, had a Staffie called Biggles and a Siamese kitten called Mao. Biggles was always escaping and being brought back by township kids for the reward, and Sarah and I nursed Mao through the night many times when he came down with repeated doses of biliary. After the sheer unaduterated mayhem of Trollope Street, which was great for a year, living almost on my own (I shared the main house's kitchen) and with animals was fantastic. The house had a little pool too, which was bliss in summer, and a beautiful lemon tree - I think everything I cooked in those two years had lemon in it!
Jeannie,
No, Morticia was flea free. We shampooed her weekly.
Your garden flat in African St sounds just perfect.
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