Have a safe and Merry Christmas with your dog

Remember that the foods you may be enjoying over the festive season are not good and sometimes downright dangerous for your dog. Here’s your check list covering food and common summer items so you and your furry friend can have a safe and Merry Christmas.

 

Foods human enjoy can be downright dangerous for dogs and should be avoided

Foods human enjoy can be downright dangerous for dogs and should be avoided

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People noticed the holes in the universe

I know this blog is about dogs, but it’s also about life and learning and holding what is dear close to your heart.

This week my corporate workplace was locked down due to the horrendous events unfolding in Martin Place, where I later learnt four of my fellow employees had been caught up and were begging for their lives after having simply popped out of the office to grab a cup of coffee.

I’m not one for public spectacles and I prefer to avoid crowds, but in the days that followed the Lindt Café siege I had an innate need to visit the impromptu public memorial that had sprung up. I was mourning the loss of two innocent lives, the horrors inflicted on the survivors and also a more personal impact of evil having scratched its claws across my city.

Just walking up George Street I could already tell that things were different. While there was the usual lunchtime throng of shoppers and people out for lunch, it was very obvious that there was another flow of people coming off buses and trains, all heading in the same direction. Many of them were carrying flowers. Some held elaborate bunches, others were a simple collection of colourful Gerberas.

Mourning in that public place was an unexpectedly intimate experience. As I stood at the barrier, breathing in the fragrance of thousands of different flowers laid down in respect, I was enveloped by a communal silence. Everyone stood there quietly. It was a mass reflection where words simply weren’t necessary. Behind us, there was the constant movement of people walking through the pedestrian thoroughfare, but in that exclusively quiet place, I joined strangers in silently marking our loss.

The morning that my father died of cancer surgery complications over two years ago, I was left with the sense that there was a distinct and obvious dad-shaped hole in the universe. I could feel it in the very core of my being, as if I was a tent where one of the pegs had come out, leaving me untethered from the ground. It was a hole only I could see as life kept going on around me with people filling up their cars and heading off to the shops with their weekly grocery lists. Nobody else noticed that there was somebody clearly missing in the world.

This week, the holes rendered in the universe through the unnecessary and senseless deaths of Katrina Dawson and Tori Johnson were noticed by millions. Thousands have now come to that place of mourning to take time to reflect on all that was lost on Monday. The news has reported that their families who visited the flower memorial on Martin Place have apparently gained some comfort from strangers noticing the spaces, voids and holes Tori and Katrina left behind. And knowing that the lives of the other hostages will never be the same again from the blunt force emotional and psychological trauma they were put through.

This week Sydney lost its innocence. I chose to make this amazing city home in December 14 years ago and was fortunate enough to be granted a chance to live here. I left behind a life in Johannesburg of constantly checking over your shoulder, not being sure if a bump in the night is your dog rolling over in its sleep or a burglar coming for you with a knife or gun and where a mobile phone can have more value than a life.

The tragic and viscerally disgusting events at Sydney’s Lindt Café this week by the man now known on social media as the Lone Dickhead, was a wake up call for everyone.

It was a reminder not to take our amazing lifestyle for granted. To be thankful that we have an outstanding standard of law enforcement made up of highly trained professionals who all ‘dickheads’ should be petrified of if they know what’s good for them. And not to accept the love we have in our lives without appreciating the person who is offering it to us as family, friends, workmates or just the person who stands aside graciously to let you pass by in the grocery aisle.

For, as I later wrote about the impacts of my dad’s passing, “death is a bombshell that each and every one of us will face if we love anyone at all. But nothing prepares you for the sucking back of the air, the noise of loss and the full force of the blast of no more and forever”. No amount of flowers, candles or tears will bring those who matter to us back.

So go and say I love you to the ones you do. Thank them for the joy their bring to your life. Know they make up your universe and that their loss will leave holes that will never be filled. And don’t forget to tell your dog too.