INTRODUCTION
Hello
everyone! My name is Affrika and I am a Cranstal! I have three sisters,
Bella, Hettie and Tiisi plus four brothers Pasha, Jonty, Quest
and Faris.
I
believe that previously the great sage Mr. Cairo used to comment on life
in the
Cranstal household - but that he laid down his pen on 27th March 2003
and has steadfastly refused to pick it up again. So it has been left to me
to pick up where Mr. Cairo left off as chronicler of the Cranstal’s
major events.
Well,
of course the first major event over the last two years has been ME! closely
followed by Faris and Tissi. Well, not so closely followed by Tiisi
actually who left home at the tender age of 9 weeks and was returned home
at the equally tender age of seven months! When she was little Tiisi was
always known as the ‘duracell saluki’ as when the rest of us
were all exhausted little Tiisi could still be found looking for something
to do - or someone to do for! (There is nothing worse than being four week
old puppy and have a Tiisi bouncing on your head whilst you are trying to
sleep!). Ms. Mopps and The Kennel Man said the Tiisi had to come back home
because her new family’s batteries ran out before Tiisi’s did
- each and every day of the time that they all spent together!
We
all love Tiisi though - and Mr. Faris and I have spent a lot of time over
the last
15 months making sure that her batteries are totally exhausted
by the time that the end of each day comes. The fact that we three seem to
have exhausted Ms. Mopps and The Kennel Man’s batteries daily by about
9 am could be a bit of a problem for the future as we dont think that they
are quite as young as they used to be. In fact they say that for some reason
they have aged about 10 years since July 2003!
As well as us three puppies the Cranstal residence is home to our mother
Shala, our grandmother Hebron and our great uncle Mr. Cairo (the former Scribe).
We youngsters just love all our relatives. However all our relatives seem
to have certain reservations about us three puppies for some reason. Our
attempts at friendship (well actually our attempts to insert ourselves onto
the large saluki bed in the kitchen) have to date been met with mostly outright
hostility. In fact the only time that any older Cranstal saluki person seems
to view us puppies with anything other than total horror is when we are munching
our big leather bones (which the older salukis are only allowed on special
occasions as our daft mother Shala has been known to eat her ear fringing
off!)
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