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It was the winter of July 2017. The winter fires started early afternoon. Many rural families had no access to electricity, so they started the fires early for their cooking to be finished by the time the sun went down. In winter, the sun started dipping at 17:30, and by 18:00, it was dark. When the sun was down, everybody tried to be indoors as the cold followed where the sun had been. I was not different in that respect. I wanted to be inside when the sun was down. The smell of wood fires and the dust that lingered in the dry air made me anxious as I suffered from asthma. I hated winter. It was sad with all the brown grass, and poverty always seemed at a high. As an empath, I felt the sadness and despair around me. It was always so much more intense in winter. Everything around me looked like it just wanted to give up, and then so did I.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another thing that made me anxious was people sending me text messages with locations and added messages of \u201ccome take this dog out of its misery.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I received this exact message at 16:08 on July 6, 2017. At first, I tried to ignore the message. I was not part of any organization, and I knew I did not have the right to storm into a property and take a dog away. “I assist with spay and neuter for fuck’s sakes, when will they learn?!” I muttered to myself as I prepared to bring the shutters down on my little abode, closing all the windows and doors to keep the bad air out of my lungs. Unfortunately for me and my sense of responsibility, I had seen the photo of the puppy in question, and the dog sat on my mind. He sat there and refused to leave, so with an almighty sigh, I gave in and quickly threw a few things into my car that I might need for this excursion. Blankets, food, bowls, and something for the family. I had learned that wanting to invade somebody\u2019s property, you better come bearing gifts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I struggled to find the property. It was not far from my house, but the access roads were a mess. Some roads just petered out, and others led you up the garden path and down again. Lots of cussing later, I spotted a derelict house with two women making a fire in the backyard. Slowly, I drove down the nondescript driveway, and as I rounded the corner, there he stood. All of him about 20 cm high, standing proud between two thorny bushes tied on both sides with a piece of frayed rope. The ladies had stopped their fire work and were now eyeing me warily. I must admit we were all taking a moment to pace ourselves, for me it was “do I fight or do I flight.” For them, it must have been “this white woman is lost.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My little handle on the Tswana language came in handy and always served as a small icebreaker, not letting me down this time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Dumelang,” I hesitantly offered, and without any hesitation came their reply: “Ah he, Okai.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Inwardly, I sigh a sigh of relief, knowing the first foundations for a good relationship and outcome have been established.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After all the pleasantries have been exchanged, and I gently breach the subject of the little dog still proudly standing between the two bushes, watching our every move. I respectfully inquire what his name is, knowing that he wouldn’t have been named if they didn’t intend on keeping him. “Oupa,” they reply in unison, both grinning from ear to ear, knowing that the name is not suitable for a young puppy, but rather best suited for an old man with lots of grandchildren. I ask if I may go and touch him, and happily they take me to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My first touch, my first encounter with this special dog, has seen my heart still happily entrapped by him many years later, but let me not get ahead of myself here. The story of Oupa is one of life lessons, being grateful and humbled at the same time. It needs to be told in its full version for the magic to be shared.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Where did you get this puppy?” I ask the ladies. One is old and thin, the other is a young mother who is carrying her baby on her back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They tell me a story of a wealthy lady that lives in the good part of town whose dog had pups, and she happily gave them to her workforce. This happens a lot where we stay. Unfortunately, integrity is not a word that comes to mind when you deal with situations like these. Giving puppies and kittens away to people that can hardly afford to feed themselves, let alone an extra pet, is just pure lowlife scum to me. I can only think that it is done because the “Madame” is so out of touch with the realities of life that she has no clue of how her staff struggle to survive. That’s my reasoning for their appalling behavior, whether it is right or not, I will never know. I just know that allowing your dog to have litter upon litter when you could afford sterilization but yet you opt to give the puppies away rather than sterilize your pet makes you a villain in my eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This little guy must have been all of 12 weeks old. Apparently, he had been given to Lisbeth (the older Gogo) earlier that week, so he had been sleeping and staying the way I found him. No shelter, no food bowl, no food, no water, no bedding\u2026 nothing. Tied between two thorn bushes, and that was that. The family did not have the means to look after a dog; they were struggling to look after themselves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Despite being kept under these circumstances, he was a jovial little guy. He was so happy to see us, his tail never stopped wagging, and his body quivered with excitement. My first inclination was to get him away from there. Everything in me screamed, “Take him away!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was so tempted, but my years of animal welfare have taught me a few life lessons. Should I remove this dog, the bets will be that within a week, there will be another. Once I have broken the trust relationship with the owners by removing their dog, I will never have that same opportunity again. In actual fact, I had no jurisdiction to remove the dog as I am not affiliated with any animal welfare organization in the area. My heart was saying remove the dog, and my head was saying just wait a bit. I know that education in animal husbandry is a very valuable commodity, and once you have made inroads into this field, every animal owned by the particular family will thereafter reap the fruits of your efforts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, my head wins the battle, and I spring into action. The sun is now setting, the dust is hanging over us, the Gogo’s dinner is late, and the dog needs some serious attention before nightfall. Luckily for me, I know a lot of people that are serious animal lovers. So without any further ado, I phone the local SPCA Inspector and ask her to come and help me. I call my friend Stan. Stan the Man, as we whisper behind his back. Ex-police force, and I am sure Special Forces in the Army, Stan is NOT a man to be taken lightly, but he is just awesome when it comes to helping animals. He never says no. Within the hour, we have a doghouse, bedding, bowls, food, water, and the pup has been dewormed. He is also on a running chain so he can move. The sun is long gone when I leave there with a small convoy of vehicles in my wake. The ladies have been given a quick rundown on basic care, and I have promised to return the next day. That night I went to bed thinking about Oupa. Little did I know this would be the first night of many with Oupa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thereafter, every visit to Oupa, I was greeted with the same enthusiasm. I don’t know who was happier to see who. Gogo Lisbeth was happy to see me, I was happy to see her, and Oupa was sommer happy to see us all, even though he saw Lisbeth all day long. His happy nature and busy body wiggled himself a spot into my heart. I also got to know the family well. Eight people stayed in a 4x4m room. They rented this room from a landlord. Each room in this derelict house belonged to another family. Nobody was related except for the people that occupied each room. They slept together, used the outside facilities for cooking, and one outside bathroom\/toilet. The place had water but was otherwise really just a dump. At first, I went every night, taking something for the family and, of course, a little something for Oupa. He would dance and literally sing when the Goanywherevehicle came around the corner. His elation would know no bounds when I brought him a meaty bone, and so the dog just motivated me to keep going back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The family also started prospering in little ways. I have quite a network of awesome people that give and give and give. Once Oupa’s story became common knowledge, my friends started donating toys, clothes, bedding, and beds. The list never stopped. There was always something waiting for Oupa’s family at my house. I took Oupa to the vet for his inoculations and had him chipped. I know it is ridiculous, but I wanted to know that should he ever get lost, there would be that one way to finding his way back to me. He loves the car rides. It always ended with a little snack that we shared in the car before I took him home. When he turned 6 months, I took him to have him neutered. He stayed at the vet overnight, and when he went home, his whole family was waiting on the curb to welcome him back. By now, Oupa was off the running chain. He was only tied up when the family went to town. He had also started sleeping in the room with his human family. It actually brought tears to my eyes when I first found out they had moved him inside. Here was a family so tightly squeezed at night in a small room, yet the dog was sleeping inside, on his own chair. How life had changed for that scrawny pup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oupa is a very clever little dog. A mixture of Pitbull and Jack Russel, he has the ability to sum situations up and remember finer details. Oupa had become so accustomed to my car that one day, a Land Rover drove past the property where he was living, and he thought it was me. Apparently, he ran quite a distance after the car, with his family running after him before the driver cottoned on and stopped the car. Much to his disgust, he found out it wasn’t me in the car, and the entire group with the dog had to walk a long way back home. His shares were very low that day, I am told.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Months turned into years, and my visits had now been stretched to every three weeks. Oupa was doing well, and his family were his guardians, and so I thought I had won the battle. Unfortunately for me, I had another life lesson to learn. Just when you think you are riding the crest of the wave, a bigger wave comes around and wipes your feet out from under you. But sometimes, bad things happen to make space for good things to come.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As previously stated, the property had many families living there. My visits would see one family prospering. It never crossed my mind that I should be thinking of sharing the vegetables and food with the other families on the property, and this became a huge bone of contention. I firmly believe things happen for a reason, and today I can see those reasons, but then I was too blind to notice. To be honest, I am a one-man band. I often say I operate to the beat of my own drum, and sometimes that bloody drum is quite hectic. It makes my head rattle, and I agonize where I am going to get the next donation from, closing my eyes to any needier families that I might see and feel responsible for. I started the Spay and Neuter initiative to assist with sterilization, but it evolved and should have been called 50 Shades of Compassion and not 50 Shades of Spay. So, I completely ignored the plight of all the other families, and their revenge came in the form of Oupa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

January 2019, I received an urgent ‘Please Call Me’ from Lisbeth. I immediately drove to her, thinking Oupa was sick.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lisbeth’s news was not good. The landlord had given her 2 days to find Oupa a new home. The other residents had complained about him and wanted him gone. This was revenge for ignoring the plight of the other families and only attending to Lisbeth and her family. The ultimatum was to get rid of the dog or Lisbeth and the family would be put on the sidewalk with all their belongings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

My problem was that I could not take Oupa home. My dogs would not allow this boisterous, mini-wrestler on their turf, and there was the problem of the husband. Gods help me if I brought another dog home. Actually, any living, breathing thing would fall into the same category. Over the years, he has said, “NO MORE!” but now it has turned into N.O. M.O.R.E! I sense a definite there, somewhere…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I put Oupa in my car without any idea where to go from there. He was so happy; he flitted from the back to the front, tongue out, tail wagging, laughing all the time. I drove around aimlessly for a while, weighing my options. I could take him to the local SPCA, but despite believing in the system and the chances it gave animals, I knew this was not his fate. He would be so unhappy in the kennels. I could take him to the vet and have him put to sleep. This just made me cry my ugly cry, and I knew I couldn’t bear to do that. My only solution was taking him to the stable yard where I stabled my horses and begging my landlady if he could stay in their kennels until I made a better plan. The stable yard also had boarding kennels, and they were large and roomy, so he wouldn’t feel cramped and out of sorts. Once there, he would be safe, and I could start working on a more permanent solution for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I remember driving him to the stables. He sat on the passenger seat like he owned the car, sure in the knowledge that I knew what I was doing. I was glad he felt that way. Inside, I was shaking with this responsibility that had been thrust upon me. His unwavering trust in me was just so touching; how could I fail him?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As it turns out, it was probably the best thing that happened to Oupa. He moved into the kennels and settled down there. While living in the kennels, he was being cared for by my groom, Lennie. Lennie would go in, play with him, feed him, make his bed, and clean up after him. I was very scared of letting Oupa out on the farm as there is a lot of farm land and no perimeter fence. What if he got lost? I didn’t know how he would react to being let loose in all this new space, and the last thing I wanted was an injured or lost animal on my hands. I was still looking for the perfect home for Oupa when he found his own.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unbeknownst to me, Oupa would be smuggled out of the kennels and started staying in Lennie’s room at night. Every morning, he would be taken back to the kennels, and every night, he would follow Lennie home. Until one day, he didn’t go back to the kennels but went to work with Lennie. Cleaning out stables, feeding the horses, goats, and sheep, he followed Lennie everywhere. He became Lennie’s shadow. When you would look for one, you would find the other close by. It was as if he knew he should not be chasing the other animals, and so he didn’t. He got along well with all the other dogs on the farm and just slipped into our lives as comfortably as an old slipper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When we moved from the old stables to the new home, Be Our Guest Retirement Yard<\/strong>, Oupa immediately took up residence in the house with Lennie. I loved it. They sat and watched soccer together, and at night, Oupa snuggled Lennie in bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When Lennie brought his wife home, she was introduced to Oupa as follows: “This is Oupa. He is our firstborn son.” I laughed and laughed, and it is just this attitude that has endeared Lennie to me. His love for Oupa is so evident, and vice versa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oupa has his quirks, let’s be honest about that. He hates the birds flying over the yard or landing in the trees when I arrive at the stables. They drive him into a frenzy. He barks and does ballet in the air, hoping to propel himself higher to catch one bloody bird.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

With the move to our new home, the house on the property is occupied by my groom and the dogs. I don’t live there, even though I would love to. So, Oupa and his mate ED (another addition that made my husband turn red and stutter), as well as the bubbly Jasmin (addition number 3 but tolerated because she is the love of Aboo’s life and there is a secret relationship between the husband and Aboo), rule the roost there. Oupa still sleeps with Lennie in the main bedroom, and when Lennie goes out for the day, he leaves his bedroom door ajar so Oupa can get into bed when he wants to.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oupa is a late riser in the winter. He doesn’t like leaving the warmth of the bed and the electric blanket, so you won’t find him out and about before 11 am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He also hates my one plot kid for some unknown reason. The boy is tall and willowy. He is a true plot child, and even in winter, you will never find him wearing a jacket or shoes. He is always barefoot, wearing shorts, and as he is a teenager, it seems all his growth is concentrated on his feet. Last winter, I asked him if he doesn’t feel the cold. It was a particularly cold day, and I was feeling the cold for his sake as well as mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next day the plot child arrived at the stables wearing a pair of boots.  The shoes were probably two sizes too big and he looked comical in his shorts and these huge boots but I appreciated the fact that he had tried for me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oupa would have nothing of the sort and when he walked in my direction with his shoes going plof!plof!, Oupa, took hold of his inside leg and never let go. Blood everywhere, I was screaming, the kid was screaming but the most alarming thing was that with every high step the child gave there was a dog hanging on and as the shoes came down on the cement floor they sounded like a bomb dropping which made the dog hold on tighter. Chaos. Goddammit. Chaos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oupa finally let go.  The bite was bad and I panicked a lot but neither the parents or the child were very perturbed about it.  Oupa is closely watched when the kid comes to visit but he has never come visiting wearing shoes again. That was the end of that. I must say a few centimetres up and Oupa would have neutered the child. There are a few things to be thankful for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oupa loves the car and he has to inspect the inside of each and every vehicle as it arrives at the stables. He would jump on the back of the utility vehicles and give it a good sniff, jump in cars, checking if there is any nice-nice in there, jump in trailers checking the goods for contraband, and when the huge grass bales are delivered he has to be ontop of the bales watching as they are being delivered. Our local grass man that delivers to the stables knows what Oupa wants and picks him up to put him on the bales when he arrives.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some people love it and some people don’t. Those that love it give him space to complete his checks and those that don’t never. come back. So be it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There is also the matter of  Oupa\u2019s joyful boisterousness when we get visitors.  He can literally wipe your feet from under you and I had been witness to that.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I had just moved to the farm and I was still trying to find my bearings.  The plot next door to me had also just been sold and a very dignified African lady had bought it.  She runs a d\u00e9cor & design business and is hoping to finally have her own function venue on her plot.  For now, it is just an open piece of land.  As we are both girls finding ourselves in the same boat we kind of like drifted towards each other.  Sisters in the same pickle but with a few obvious differences.  She is tall, thin and statuesque.  I am fat and old and non-dignified but we get on very well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Neighbour (coming from strong African roots) decided to have a small ceremony to bless her new ground. This involved a lot of elderly ladies arriving in two taxis on blustery winters morning.  As there are no bathroom facilities on neighbour\u2019s ground I offered them the hospitality of my bathrooms should they need to freshen up. About 30 ladies, hats and handbags in tow, made their way to the new plot via mine. They all spread to the four corners and stood silently with their heads bowed in prayer.  It was really beautiful to behold. Oupa was beholding it too. He was out of his skin with enjoyment at the wonderful sight of so many people visiting and when the ceremony was over they all came back to my plot where they congregated on the front lawn.  Much to my surprise one of the elders said they would like to bless my place too and asked if I would join. I called all my staff and we made a big circle, holding hands and then the prayers started.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Things were heating up, prayers were reaching a crescendo and I kept one eye closed and the other on the people and proceedings and Oupa.\u00a0\u00a0Everybody was over 60.\u00a0\u00a0Some much older.\u00a0\u00a0They were dressed to perfection and I felt rather scruffy in comparison.\u00a0\u00a0Oupa was running circles around us in excitement but I stayed calm. Suddenly, as the one lady cried out in prayer and everybody joined in with a hefty “AMEN” Oupa’s zoomies went from frenzied to manic and he launched himself upward and forward. With one eye open I saw it happening as he propelled through the air towards our circle with a demonic force. He hit the oldest granny, wearing the biggest hat, square behind her knees and the next moment she was airlifted.\u00a0\u00a0I saw all of this and I couldn\u2019t move.\u00a0\u00a0It was like time had been suspended, I saw the Granny go up and come down, landing in the center of our circle. If I hadn\u2019t been peeking I would have thought the Holy Ghost was moving amongst us. Miraculously, when Granny fell her hat was still on her head and her handbag on her arm.\u00a0\u00a0Chaos ensued.\u00a0\u00a0Granny was lifted and dusted by nearly 30 pairs of hands.\u00a0\u00a0If the fall didn\u2019t harm her I was sure the dusting would. One thing I can state with certainty is that there is no shortage of sense of humor. The giggles once we had established that Gran was ok\u2026 if the prayer didn\u2019t bless the ground, Granny and her laughter surely did. Jissie Oupa\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Today Oupa is my wingman. He rides shotgun in the car, he inspects every delivery, and he rushes to my aid when I call for help as the geese chase me.  His joy of life is contagious and even when he makes mayonnaise I can\u2019t stay cross with him for long. He still hates the birds landing in the garden and the poor kid from next door. Lately he has also started disliking Aboo and the feeling is mutual.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We have had family conferences about their heated arguments and I have told them we are family so we don’t have to like each other much but we must love each other because that’s what real families do. Unfortunately that talk has fallen on deaf ears and many altercations and stitches later we now keep them separated. It is quite sad for me because I love taking my home dogs with to the plot when I spend the whole day there but due to their bad behaviour we can only take Aboo for the night walks. By then Oupa is in bed for the night and he isn’t keen on moving until the next morning so the arrangement suits everybody.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oupa also has quality control at heart as he raids the donation boxes that I get, takes out all the soft toys and stuffs them in his outside day house or his inside lounge bed until there is no space left for him.  I clean that house once in a blue moon.  It looks like a teenager\u2019s room, it is filled with everything he considers a treasure. I know he would stuff me in there too if he could. He sits and watches me as I unpack his kingdom and I am sure that in his head he is going: \u201cNot that one, not that one please\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What is his super power? He is a one-of-a-kind, clever, hump-my-bed-when-I-am happy, sit-on-the-table, mouse-catching, fun-loving, loyal dog.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every month I make my rounds and visit my outreach families. This is part of my 50 Shades of Spay community initiative. Lisbeth and her family have moved to new premises and every month I visit them. They do not have any more dogs but she always asks after Oupa.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bless this little dog for he blesses everything he comes into contact with. He brings a smile to my face on days that nothing else could make me smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He is just\u2026\u2019 spesjal\u2019. That\u2019s all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The Oupa diaries will continue to bring stories of so much Oupaness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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