Tag Archives: Maltese

Looking Back…

2 Apr
In earlier days...

In earlier days…

Regular readers of this blog will know of our current little white dog, Chicki.

But she was not the first Maltese we have cared for. Looking back over some photographs, I came across this, taken in 2010. It shows Rosie and Trixie (and me) in our backyard. The little ones were seniors then, but pretty sprightly.

They were litter sisters, and their mum had been owned by my own sister. A real family connection…

Copyright ©

Advertisements

A Walk in the Park: Chicki and Friend

2 Sep
Smells good....

Smells good….

'Let's get going' (Millie)

‘Let’s get going’ (Millie)

Our Chicki seems to love nothing better than a walk in the park, especially when she meets one or more of her special friends.

A few days ago, Lady Luck smiled on her, for she met that most affable of canines, the lovely mini Maltese Millie.

Sniffing around together made for a delightful, bonding experience.

What fun lies ahead in the bush!

Wonder what's ahead....

Wonder what’s ahead….

Let’s explore together……

Friends

20 Nov

Just as humans benefit from friendship,

Chicki and Kelvin: friends

so do our canine companions.

Take for example our young Maltese, Chicki. As an ‘only’ dog, at home she misses out on contact with other four-legged friends.

Out and about, though, it’s a different story. Although she’s choosy, she has several furry comrades.

Meet Kelvin! He’s a strong, ruggedly handsome Kelpie: his manners are impeccable. Exuding charm, his calm demeanour  makes him an ideal pal for our young lady.

They often rendezvous by the river, and watch, enthralled, the goings-on of everyone: human and animal.

And there’s more to their bond that meets the eye. Both Kelvin and Chicki are ex RSPCA dogs: they’ve known another life.

Is it any wonder they’re so chummy together?

Copyright ©

Happy Anniversary!

6 Nov

Chicki and Margaret on the first anniversary.

Today is a special day: it’s our first anniversary.

On this day, 6th September 2011, my husband Ron and I made a big decision. We chose to adopt.

We’d been thinking about this for over a month.  Every day,  I’d  religiously check the internet listings of the nearby RSPCA’s  and other animal surrender centres, and been sorely tempted several times.

We knew what we were looking for: a young Maltese female, not more than a year or so.  The type that was more than happy with a quiet, indoor life, and an occasional game of pull the rope: interspersed with outside activities such as strolls in the park, or beside a beach.

And then, one day,  we found her! She was standing in the corner of her sparsely-furnished pen: a sweet-looking, little white pup with, I soon learned, a shy disposition. And why not? With an unsettled past, hadn’t she been through quite a lot?

At first, I wondered if she would take to me: she hung back, as if wondering what it was all about. But before we knew it, she was in my arms: and we all knew then that she was The One.

And so, a year has passed, and she’s turned two.

With tons of outings under her belt, and lots of love dished out every day, I’ll bet she knows that she’s truly found her ‘forever home’.

Copyright ©

The Battle of the Bath

17 Oct

Chicki in the shower

I wonder how many of us have experienced a collision between their elbow and their knee-cap.

My guess is: not many.

So, it is with some alacrity that I report that I, Margaret Sharp, have managed it. And yes, it hurts.

You may wonder how this all came about.

The answer is: Chicki!

Adorable though she is, Chicki’s  fun-loving streak can produce all manner of outcomes.

She has a penchant for turning every activity into a game: or, more correctly, a battle of wits. A battle that she is more than capable of winning!

Today’s episode involved the perennial favourite: bath time. With admirable acuteness, my quick glimpse at her bath towel, and sly positioning of dog shampoo, gave her all the clues she needed. Instantly she summed up the agenda.

And so began the great puppy chase: round and round the house she tore at breakneck speed, pausing now and then to give me hope: then flashing away again. It was during one of these hopeful moments that I made a fateful plan.

Seeing her darting towards me, I bent down in the doorway, hoping to snatch her as she sped past. I should have known better. The only result was the aforementioned contact between my bones as she tore through.

Yes, she won that battle, but she didn’t win the war, for, as usual, I cornered her and snatched her up, and delivered her to the bath.

Once there, her innate desire to please reasserted itself, and once again, she became herself: a model pet.

That is, until her bath-time exuberance re-asserted itself, and, still dripping, she sped again around the house: with myself , towel in hand,  in hot pursuit!

Copyright ©