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Flying to France – by Vlou the traveling Beagle

I was excited! I was ready for take off to France! Well, I was ready, but these guys at the airport in Johannesburg, South Africa, didn’t seem to know exactly, what to do with me at the check-in counter. Continue reading Flying to France – by Vlou the traveling Beagle


Farewell South Africa

by Vlou, the traveling Beagle

“Hey, Nougat, you know what? I’m flying back to Europe. My folks are taking me with on their flight from Johannesburg to Lyon in France next Tuesday!”
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Escape out of the shelter – by Vlou the traveling Beagle

It’s not fair! In the beginning I thought, it might be fun to stay at a boarding kennel to see plenty other dogs in Phalabora west of the South Africa’s Kruger National Park, till my humans return from their safari. But no, I hadn’t expected THIS! Continue reading Escape out of the shelter – by Vlou the traveling Beagle

Witch in the Woods of Hogsback, South Africa – Story of Vlou, the traveling Beagle

I was NOT HAPPY!!! There was a witch living in the woods of Hogsback! Continue reading Witch in the Woods of Hogsback, South Africa – Story of Vlou, the traveling Beagle

Beware of hogs in Hogsback – Stories of Vlou, the traveling Beagle

Vlou, the traveling Beagle, is in Hogsback. Read his newest story: Beware of hogs in Hogsback.  Continue reading Beware of hogs in Hogsback – Stories of Vlou, the traveling Beagle

Visit of a Mozambique Spitting Cobra – by Vlou, the traveling Beagle

“We are driving to the Moholoholo Lodge an Camping near Hoedspruit,” Marcelle explained. The air was dry and hot as we pulled into the Blyde River Canyon. We turned into our campsite, which was tucked away between spiky bushes and under tall acacia trees. IMG_0487The lodge was situated in the middle of a well-maintained lawn along the Blyde River. As soon as the caravan was set up, my humans strolled with me along the river bank. The river still showed the damage from an earlier flood. It had broken away the banks at several places and trees had been uprooted, a beautiful wild sight. The days past by while we enjoyed plenty of walks in the Blyde River Canyon and around the Blyde Dam at the top of the Canyon with its majestic surrounding mountains. Their rugged silhouettes reflected in the water.

IMG_0485One day as my humans were cooking in the caravan, I saw movement next to the water tap of our campsite. I approached carefully not to scare away the weird creature. It left its hollow in the tree and meandered over the ground in direction of the caravan. It doesn’t have any legs, I thought surprized. It has a split tounge, which slips out and in of its mouth all the time. The eyes are naked, round with black pupils like a pinhead. Dropping my head to one side and lifting my ears to hear better, I watched the animal carefully. “WOWOWOU! You’re not going any nearer to the caravan!” I warned the strange creature. “WUFF! WUFF! Stay, where you are!” I barked. The animal stopped and lifted its head up to the same height as my head staring piercingly into my eyes. “WUUUUUUUU, WUUUUU, go away you bizarre beast!” I howled with a less brave voice as the long stretched body with it wide spread head made a hissing warning sound. “O-oh, this is not good!” I thought. I retreated, not letting it out of my sight.

IMG_0483My humans had been alerted by my barking and came to see what I was up to. “Look at that! A young Mozambique Spitting Cobra!” they shouted excited, but a bit anxious, too. “I think it’s called Rinkhals in Afrikaans,” George added. Marcelle called me to leave the snake in peace. As soon as I moved away, the cobra lowered its head and turned around to disappear back into its hollow. Although the snake isn’t the size of a grown up yet, it is kind of a scary animal, I thought. After that, my humans were always keeping a careful eye to the hollow, when they fetched water from the tap!

Boerboels, Ridgeback and a crabby dog – by Vlou, the traveling Beagle

I’m feeling rather crabby lately. Not quite sure if it is old age creeping up on me or the fact that I was manhandled (or should I say dog handled) by one serious mother of a boerbull a couple of days ago ?!/&(ç;:?!!!!

IMG_0490Let me start at the beginning. We had left beautiful Morgan Bay, where the dogs were friendly and I had miles of beach to run, chase crabs and generally sniff around. We left to go further north to a place called Coffee Bay. Everything was fine, when we arrived and I soon made friends with the owner’s dog. She was a mixed breed, but mostly Boerboel. Never the less we soon got around to tail wagging and sniffing as we dogs tend to do. Despite her intimidating size we got along just fine.

IMG_0488That evening she returned and the sniffing continued, but unknown to me, she had brought big brother along. Before I knew it, there he was standing over me. He did not seem aggressive and my owner was not to far off. So – although I got a little nervous (I was set upon by two Boerboels last year and that was no joke, I tell you!) I tried to ease away. Without warning this massive Boerboel had me in a vice like grip around my head and neck, then proceeded to shake me like a rag doll. My owner rushed over and threw his coffee cup with a force onto the Boerboels head. He didn’t even flinch, but just kept shaking me. Then just as suddenly he released his grip and wandered off back to his house, I guess. I was left with a bad cut to my cheek and knew I wouldn’t be feeling good for a while. Thankfully we left the next day! If I see another Boerboel anywhere, I’m going the other direction.

IMG_0489So – here we are in the mountains of Hogsback and here lives a young Ridgeback who wants to play. As I mentioned, I am feeling decidedly crabby. The best I can do is to growl and bare my teeth, which brings about a confused look from the young Ridgeback.

Simba is his name and I’m sure we can play together, but not now! First I should perhaps find out, what SIMBA means …

Breathless under water – by Vlou, the traveling Beagle

Travel stories of a Beagle

The sun shone relentlessly and made for the first hot day in late spring. I laid lazily in the shade of a mulberry tree, trying to bear the tickle of a fly, which had just landed on my haunches. Uhhhh, I don’t want to move, but this fly really irritates me. No, I can’t bear it anymore! In a flash I tried to catch it, but it had gone already. I imagined, how that parasitic insect was baring its teeth in a nasty smile at me. To hot to get up, I thought and lay down my drowsy head back on the soft grass. And there it was back again! At the same spot! Hap! Missed, damn!

– Hey, Vlou, let’s go for a swim in the sea! Marcelle, called.

  • Yeeeees, I’m coming! Feeling excited I got up, but all of a sudden the word “swim” dawned in my brain. Whaaaaat! I don’t want to swim. I hate swimming! Anyway, what means “the sea”?
  • Don’t look at me with this stubborn expression on your face, Vlou. You’ll like the sea. The sea will blow your mind. Come, Vlou, let’s go!
Great Dane peeking out of the window

Not quite convinced, I lifted my bum grudgingly and followed her. Light-hearted she chose a fast pace through the neighbourhood of Noordhoek, a rural suburb of Cape Town. White chalked houses with thatched roofs and lush, large gardens lined the streets. Numerous horses roamed in pastures bordering the neatly trimmed lawns. A fluffy cloud covered the Chapmans Peak Mountain on the right hand side of us, but otherwise the sky was a steel-blue. A big white 4×4 passed us on the way to the beach. The head of a Great Dane peeked out of the front window.

  • Hey, Boetie! See you at the beach! he called.
  • Wow, it looks like that must be a fun place, I thought, giving him a brave nod.
flamingo resting on one leg

Excitement! What a stunning landscape! Rolling dunes led us to a lagoon, that was full of flamingos. I didn’t know that they were flamingos till a tiny Yorkshire terrier with a ridiculous pink ribbon on her head told me. She was walking next to an old lady, snappishly lifting her nose at me. The flamingos stood only on one leg while they were resting in the glittering water. Their feathers were pinkish and they had an oddly shaped beak like a door handle.

IMG_0469Boetie! There you are! Come let’s play with the ball in the water! The Great Dane jumped clumsily in the lagoon, fetching his ball.

Boetie? Why is he calling me Boetie? Doesn’t that mean “brother”? Must be some kind of Afrikaans slang, I thought, shrugging my shoulders.
I’d rather follow my human. She wants to show me the sea!

– What, you’ve never seen the sea? The Great Dane looked sceptically at me. How can that be? Did your humans never take you for a walk to the sea up to now?

– It’s not that. I’m from Switzerland. There we have mountains and lakes, but no sea.

– Oh, you walked all the way from Switzerland to South Africa? He was flabbergasted.

– No, I flew with an airplane.

  • Whaaaaaat, you flew with an airplane?! You can fly an airplane?
Vlou, the traveling Beagle

I now got tired of this conversation and added: – I’ll tell you another time. Have a good one, Boetie! 

I had to smile about that inept friendly, but a little bit addlebrained dog.

Where was Marcelle? I had to squint to see clearly because of the bedazzling white sand of the beach.

– Vlou, come! I heard from far away. The wind had picked up, so I couldn’t hear very well.

  • Come, Vlou, look at me. I’m in the sea. Marcelle stood in the middle of foamy waves, which were curling around her waist. Behind her the water stretched endlessly in different shades of blue to the horizon.
  • It’s pretty cold, Vlou, but you’ll like it! Just dip your feet in the water.
    I was stunned and a bit anxious about this impressive element called the sea. Every time I approached it, a wave would chase me out of the water with a roaring frothy curl. I bounded to the beach as fast as I could.
  • Don’t be afraid, it won’t do you any harm as long as you don’t go to deep. Marcelle clapped encouragingly with her hands. Come, just get your legs a little bit wet.

I clamped my jaws together and ran as fast as I could in her direction, jumping over the first wave, and the second, and the … blub .. blub .. blub … An immense wave, much bigger than the previous ones had taken me by surprise. The water washed over my body and turned me upside down again and again. I could almost feel the sand under my feet, when another wave lifted me up again. Salty water entered into my nose and my lungs ran out of air, just then Marcelle lifted me up. Ufff, what a relief!

  • You shouldn’t go too far into the sea in the beginning, Vlou. Be careful, she added and released me safely onto the beach.
A labrador jumps bravely into the sea

I was safe, but jealously I looked at a muscular young Labrador, who bravely jumped into the waves to swim and dive for his toy.

– Labradors are built to swim, Vlou. You can’t compare yourself to him. And I’m pretty sure he grew up at the sea, too. So, be fair to yourself, you have other qualities! Marcelle tried to perk me up.

During our extended walk along the Long Beach of Noordhoek I had plenty of time to lift my spirits though. Even more so, when I met up with a most beautiful Ridgeback lady dog and we walked together into the sunset. Bliss xxx

Beautiful Ridgeback lady dog

Heads in the clouds – by Vlou the traveling beagle

A Beagle travels Africa

Do you know, where Cullinan is? You can find diamonds there, well maybe not YOU … Continue reading Heads in the clouds – by Vlou the traveling beagle

Vlou, the swimming Beagle

Vlou, the swimming Beagle.

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