I have told you about Jomo but there is so much more to his story.
I few weeks back Sharon was busy with Lift Club for her son, and as is always the case with children they are never on time. She is rushing out the door yelling at her son to hurry up as the other school children are waiting.
She climbs into the Kombi (Mini Bus) and tries to start the car. Nothing happens, she sits there holds her head with her very expressive hands. Tries again, thumps the steering wheel, and thinks it must be the battery or something in the engine. Gets even more frustrated as her son is still dawdling. She climbs out and does a walk around the car, thinking maybe wishing and temper tantrums will inspire the Kombi to just start up magically. She walks around to the back of the Kombi and sees dangling wires. She looks closer, there are teeth marks on her number plate and the wires have been ripped out and on the floor is the evidence in little pieces. Jomo is looking at pieces of wire on the ground, panting his heave pant and almost giggling as he is expecting a pat on the head for a job well done.
“Jomo I will kill you” she shouts and runs inside to get her car keys for her smaller vehicle. She does this while she is frantically phoning the mothers of her lift club to explain her dilemma. She is flustering and blustering and really not impressed. Jomo is very clever and has cottoned on that his MOM is not so happy with his handy work which he was so proud off. He is out of reach and had every intention of staying like that.
Sharon climbs into her other car, now grumbling at her son and telling him he will be late and explaining in great detail how she is going to skin JOMO alive when she gets a chance. She reverses, then straightens up in front of the electric gate, presses the open button. Nothing – nothing happens. She cannot believe this and sits there almost crying into her hands now.
“What now?” she squeals. She is sure the battery is not due for replacement yet. She walks to the Gate Motor and there are little pieces of the motor and wires everywhere.
Well as Sharon tells the story, she really wanted to cry and out of the corner of her ye she spotted Jomo sitting at the back door with this very big grin on his face as if he was enjoying the Oscar Performance Sharon was dancing out for him. She stood there and had a tantrum like a three year old and told Jomo that he would not live to see the end of the day.
Well Jomo has clearly not been killed by a flying rolled up news paper as this is how she disciplines him, but the other day it was a close call. Sharon is an avid gardener and she had just planted the most beautiful shrubs in her magnificent rolling garden and was quite pleased with the results of her handy work. She had spent the whole of Saturday in planting and arranging and designing her next project in the garden.
She went inside as it was beginning to get dark. She poured herself that much needed sun downer and remarked that her bones were aching and her body not as supple as it used to be.
She took a sip of her drink, walked to the huge lounge window to appreciate her wonderful garden when she saw Jomo pulling all her hard work out of the garden. She shouted at him to stop and when he heard her he bounded off to the waterfall in her garden and climbed in under the water tumbling down and sat there with the offending shrub in his mouth.
Sharon stormed out to admonish him and he took this as a sign to duck and reach for cover as he knew that tone only too well. Wet, Muddy and all excited he ran into the house and climbed on the white furniture looking for a safe hiding place.
I am still in awe of the fact that he is still alive and that Sharon still adores this monster on four legs. It’s the battle of wits with Jomo and Sharon, he is extremely intelligent and is still a young dog, but I worry he may not see his next birthday.
I few weeks back Sharon was busy with Lift Club for her son, and as is always the case with children they are never on time. She is rushing out the door yelling at her son to hurry up as the other school children are waiting.
She climbs into the Kombi (Mini Bus) and tries to start the car. Nothing happens, she sits there holds her head with her very expressive hands. Tries again, thumps the steering wheel, and thinks it must be the battery or something in the engine. Gets even more frustrated as her son is still dawdling. She climbs out and does a walk around the car, thinking maybe wishing and temper tantrums will inspire the Kombi to just start up magically. She walks around to the back of the Kombi and sees dangling wires. She looks closer, there are teeth marks on her number plate and the wires have been ripped out and on the floor is the evidence in little pieces. Jomo is looking at pieces of wire on the ground, panting his heave pant and almost giggling as he is expecting a pat on the head for a job well done.
“Jomo I will kill you” she shouts and runs inside to get her car keys for her smaller vehicle. She does this while she is frantically phoning the mothers of her lift club to explain her dilemma. She is flustering and blustering and really not impressed. Jomo is very clever and has cottoned on that his MOM is not so happy with his handy work which he was so proud off. He is out of reach and had every intention of staying like that.
Sharon climbs into her other car, now grumbling at her son and telling him he will be late and explaining in great detail how she is going to skin JOMO alive when she gets a chance. She reverses, then straightens up in front of the electric gate, presses the open button. Nothing – nothing happens. She cannot believe this and sits there almost crying into her hands now.
“What now?” she squeals. She is sure the battery is not due for replacement yet. She walks to the Gate Motor and there are little pieces of the motor and wires everywhere.
Well as Sharon tells the story, she really wanted to cry and out of the corner of her ye she spotted Jomo sitting at the back door with this very big grin on his face as if he was enjoying the Oscar Performance Sharon was dancing out for him. She stood there and had a tantrum like a three year old and told Jomo that he would not live to see the end of the day.
Well Jomo has clearly not been killed by a flying rolled up news paper as this is how she disciplines him, but the other day it was a close call. Sharon is an avid gardener and she had just planted the most beautiful shrubs in her magnificent rolling garden and was quite pleased with the results of her handy work. She had spent the whole of Saturday in planting and arranging and designing her next project in the garden.
She went inside as it was beginning to get dark. She poured herself that much needed sun downer and remarked that her bones were aching and her body not as supple as it used to be.
She took a sip of her drink, walked to the huge lounge window to appreciate her wonderful garden when she saw Jomo pulling all her hard work out of the garden. She shouted at him to stop and when he heard her he bounded off to the waterfall in her garden and climbed in under the water tumbling down and sat there with the offending shrub in his mouth.
Sharon stormed out to admonish him and he took this as a sign to duck and reach for cover as he knew that tone only too well. Wet, Muddy and all excited he ran into the house and climbed on the white furniture looking for a safe hiding place.
I am still in awe of the fact that he is still alive and that Sharon still adores this monster on four legs. It’s the battle of wits with Jomo and Sharon, he is extremely intelligent and is still a young dog, but I worry he may not see his next birthday.
All the signs of a bored dog. She needs to mark her territory. hahahaha!
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