The morning routine in our house changes little. A 5.30am wake-up for me is followed by the opening of the bedroom French doors and curses at the geese perched on top of the chimney of the neighbour’s house for their regular screaming match with the world. Then comes the pitter-patter of little doggie feet as Laddie the Impossible and Queenie of the Itchy A **e bolt through the bedroom door to wake up my wife. They ignore me in those early minutes. I am the maker of food, the boiler of chicken gizzards, the holder of the secret stash of biltong, the picker-upper of dog crap and the transporter of Queenie of the Itchy A **e to the Melville vet, where I pay R150 for the pleasure of watching her face change as she goes through the procedure described on the bill as "anal gland expression". If ever anyone tells you to pull your thumb out, then let me assure you, Queenie would be the first to tell you just how important it is to do so. Each morning, I open the doors of the house to let t...

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