Posts Tagged ‘felix’

We walk (that is, my husband and I). In fact, we walk a lot. Primarily with Felix, the little dog, who doubles up as our personal trainer (I know a dog isn’t strictly speaking a “who” but Felix isn’t strictly speaking just a dog). So I thought I’d capture some of our love for walking, and show off a teensy weensy bit of our city and our ‘hood.

This is where we start our walks, outside our house, with a view down our street and into the city of Cape Town.

This is also outside our house, looking up our street to see a slice of Signal Hill.

This is our neighbour's car which sometimes runs, but not often. Most times our neighbour can be found working on it. Sometimes his father gives advice. Sometimes his teenage son lends a hand. Oftentimes his grandfather looks on. Mostly it's a talking point. Yesterday the teenage son washed the car. This morning it wasn't there. It seems thus to be in running order. For now…

This is a view of Table Mountain on our city-walk route. We have a sea-walk route as well. We think it's pretty special to have the option of a mountain or an ocean as backdrops to one's walks.

This is where we walk along Government Avenue, which is flanked on the one side by the Parliament buildings, and on the other by the Company Gardens.

This is one of the creatures that torment the little dog when we walk along Government Avenue. The lane is filled with squirrels, Egyptian geese and a trillion annoying pigeons.

Sometimes this is where we walk. When, like this time, I'm on my own then the photos tend to come out a bit blurry. I blame it on trying to operate the camera while keeping a tight rein on a Jack Russell Terrier in hunting mode. And that is why the people on the benches look like aliens.

This is who we mostly walk with. He only loses the leash when we walk in De Waal Park, aka Doggie Park, which is enclosed and a safe place in which city dogs can happily go mildly crazy.

This is when we take a five-minute drive to the Sea Point promenade for our sea-walk route. The signs clearly indicate no skating, cycling or rollerblading. Sometimes people ignore these instructions, which is when the little dog puts on his sheriff badge to ear-piercingly, persistently and somewhat sternly, bark them to order. Rules are rules.

This is also the Sea Point promenade. On a misty morn'.

If the stalls were open that early, and if we actually wanted fast food at 7am, then we could stroll to the end of our road to sit here after our walk. They're not and we don't.

This is the view from our balcony where we sometimes recover after a walk. We love this city. A lot.

This is where we sometimes really like to hang out after a walk. Felix doesn't mind, as long as he has a seat with a view.

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Some time ago I stumbled upon amigurumi, the Japanese craft of crocheted stuffed toys and, for a while there, I was hooked. I made amigurumis for friends, for the kids of friends, for the friends of friends and for the friends of the kids of friends. I think I’m all amigurumi-ed out now – well, for a while at least. They’re great fun to make, though – mostly because they’re generally super small, so they work up super quick. The downside is that one can grow fond of them rather rapidly, which makes giving them away a little awkward…

One of the last amigurumis I made was this Felix lookalike. They met, but I didn’t get the impression that Felix was quite as enamoured with the little guy as I was.

Felix I meets Felix II

Felix II

Felix I strikes a suffer-the-little-children pose as the small dog kisses his feet

Uhm, excuse me, there's something hanging onto my leg...

Felix II goes to pot

My last-born, Felix the JRT, doesn’t do winter. Especially winter with a generous downpour of arctic rain. So I got him a fleecy coat from the vet shop. Only it’s about five sizes too big (it fits his ego, but looks decidedly strange on his body…).

Now, being an avid crocheter, I naturally launched an internet search for a manly, yet cozy, dog sweater pattern but, my goodness, did I get distracted by just the weirdest stuff people seem set on whipping up! Here, then, are some items you really, really shouldn’t crochet. Ever. As in never, ever, ever…