KoKo – Falling in Love

Love in the air 

One Sunday in 2014 when I was eight years of age, Mum and I walked to The Subiaco Markets as usual about 8 am. The markets are the centre of Subiaco’s social life, with stalls open Friday until Sunday. There’s always a busy and exciting atmosphere here. Over 20,000 people visit to purchase fresh fruit and socialise. Many come via the train which is healthy for the environment. We do not like car pollution in our suburb.

We stroll the kilometre from our home along the curving pathways through Mueller and Kitchener Parks enjoying the crunch and crackle of the crispy red, yellow and orange leaves when I stray onto the grassy verge. I know from this sound that it’s autumn here in Western Australia, my favourite time of the year. The air today smells crisp and fresh with none of the drying heat that is summer.  I detect a slight tinge of moisture but no rain is falling. When I look up I see the tree branches are bare. White fluffy clouds scatter across the blue panorama above me. I’m in my element with all my senses engaging.

My paws slip in muddy patches of damp decaying leaves which then release the moist and fertile smell of the earth beneath. My human Mum says I look like a black-footed Potoroo! (That’s like a type of baby kangaroo that has sooty black paws).

There is no hint during our thirty-minute promenade that an interruption will occur in our usual routine after we arrive at the Markets. Nor do we receive any atmospheric flashes to warn us that a remarkable event is about to occur and change my life forever.

When we arrive at the markets my human Mum and I head to the Pappadams stall if we have a craving for a tasty Turkish Pide or delicious Dahl. On other Sundays, if we need a sugar surge, we rush straight to the French Patisserie to buy a crunchy croissant. Val, my friend who sells creamy milk and yoghurt, always lets me have a cup of milk while she minds me. My staying at Val’s stall leaves Mum free to select her veggies without me getting squashed by the many feet.

After smacking my lips, I’m still wearing a white moustache on my furry lip. I bark politely “Mmmmm – more please Val?” This congenial human cannot resist my pleading deep, brown eyes. She gives in and pours me another cup of milk. I’m sitting now with a warm, contented tummy contemplating the routine of our lives.

Mum returns to collect me, takes my lead and we walk together between big and little humans, prams with babies, and humans with big back packs overflowing with vegetables, towards the flower stall. I look up through the crowd and spy an unusual shape on the counter. It moves a little and I realise what it is. There among the vases of yellow wattle and native orange banksia, is the most beautiful girl dog I’ve ever seen. She is tiny and cute, and a wee bit flirtatious.

With no warning, my chest feels tight; my heart beat goes into overdrive. These sensations are a new feeling for me. “What’s happening?” I wonder. “Am I having a heart attack?” This health tragedy is unlikely as I’m not in a high-risk category. Mum feeds me healthy food and only gives me small pieces of treats. We exercise daily, and of course, I don’t smoke or drink alcohol. My doggie parents are still living energetic lives. What then is this pain stabbing me deep in my chest?

I let out a soft “Yip, Yip” bark to let Mum know something is wrong. She looks down at me through all the legs and can see I’m thin with concern, my ears folded back, and my eyes wide with fear. I’m pitifully anxious and trembling from my little black nose to my fluffy apricot tail.

For a moment, Mum panics thinking I’m ill again. Our last trip to the animal doctor was for an emergency after I’d eaten a poisonous Blowfish at Cottesloe Beach. My life was close to fading for 24 hours. The treatment cost Mum lots of money. Her greatest fear though was not the expense, but the thought of losing me, her best mate.

A dose of medicine forced me to throw up the fish. The doctor then forced black charcoal down my throat. Mum said I looked utterly miserable sitting on newspapers waiting for the medicine to work. If the situation was not so tragic she would have laughed. Luckily, I’m a resilient little dog and lived to tell you the tale.

But back now to a more cheerful event that is unfolding here at the markets.

Mum follows my eye-gaze upwards from human sock level to see what’s catching my attention. It doesn’t take her long to notice I’m staring at the flower stall. A grin creeps across her face, and she relaxes, as the problem becomes clear to her. “Don’t worry, Koko. Your heart is ok. I think you are feeling strange because ………… you are falling in love! We both continue to look at the flower stall counter. I hang my head as blood flows from my heart to spread warmth across my face. If I was less furry, you might have seen me blush!

So, this is what love feels like, I think. What have I been missing all these years? If it’s true love is born in the most unusual places then this is it. At last, at the age of eight, I’ve met a female dog whom I may grow to love more than myself.

Mum is kind and lets me stay with my new love for a while. Bella and I keep staring at each other and panting softly together. Yipping quietly we tell each other a little of our backgrounds. We reveal the usual parts of our lives that humans also talk about when starting to get to know a new companion: our ages, where we live, how we spend our days and who the humans are who care for us.

Mum comes back to collect me carrying a bottle of Val’s creamy milk for our breakfasts the following week. Bella and I say our farewells with a little nose kiss and Mum and I head off back home. This time we walk down Rokeby Road, the main street of Subiaco so we can greet all the humans and dogs we know. Weekends are very social in our suburb.

Of course, we stop at a café to have our coffee. We call mine a Puppicino, but in truth, it’s the milky froth off the top of Mum’s Cappuccino. I’m allowed five fingers of the bubbles “One, two, three four and “Last one””. People at the cafes laugh, they think I’m spoiled, and they’re right!

The following Sunday Mum I wake Mum from her deep sleep with a tap of my paw on her shoulder. I’m anxious to get to the markets. Through bleary eyes Mum looks at the clock and says “KoKo it’s only 4 am. Please go back to sleep.

I keep tapping on her shoulder, barking persistently “Woof, Woof, Mum …… let’s go to the markets, please. Let’s go to the markets NOW”. Mum convinces me to go back to sleep with a promise we will go when they open at 8 am.

As soon as we arrive at the markets, I drag Mum directly to the flower stall. My collar is almost choking me, Mum can’t keep up with my desperate pace. I’m relieved to see Bella is here again, looking gorgeous. We curl our bodies together on the counter generating a warm glow in each of our hearts. Our pleasant companionship goes on in this manner every Sunday for a beautiful year. Sometimes our Mums let us go for a walk together along a few of the many laneways that bisect the Subiaco streets. We sniff Wee-Mails together and just enjoy our time as we walk slowly sharing the growing ease between us. We both look forward to our time together each weekend. our hearts are bursting with love.

When the Station Street Markets close in 2015, we did not get a chance to say farewell. It shatters my heart when Mum revealed to me that I would never see my lovely Bella again. Our happy memories will sustain Bella and me in harder times. We will not forget our joyful interactions.

It is best, I hear, to experience love and lose it than to have never loved at all. Having fallen in love so completely and unexpectedly, I totally agree with this sentiment.

May you all find love in the world somewhere and treasure the experience when you do.

Woofs from

KoKo Harry Potter

(Via Helen Potter)

The Eagles last day at Subiaco

Today the Eagles flew their best and beat Adelaide by a great margin. There were lots and lots of happy Eagles fans walking home who stopped to give me a final cuddle.

What am I going to do with my weekends now that the footy will no longer be in Subi?

I will miss all those yellow and blue people and their cuddles. They thanked me today for my eleven years of support as an Eagles fan.

Mum and I walked to the Oval to say our goodbyes. We were instantly popular as usual.

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KoKo with the Eagles Fairies

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KoKo with the eagles mascot

A Warning about Dogs, grapes, sultanas and raisins – KoKo

Courtesy of Puppy Tales

Grapes, raisins and sultanas may cause acute renal failure (the sudden development of kidney failure) in some dogs.

Even though there has been some research, the reason as to why some dogs develop renal failure after eating grapes, raisins and sultanas is still unknown. Further work is needed to understand the toxicity and if there are other environmental factors that cause it to occur.

The toxic dose

Dogs that are affected by these foods can develop kidney failure 72 hours after ingestion. some dogs can eat relatively large volumes of grapes, sultanas and raisins without any issues while other dogs can consume one or two and become ill. Estimated amounts of fresh grapes associated with kidney injury are approximately 32g or 1.1oz per kilogram of your dog’s weight. Raisins and sultanas are slightly more powerful: from 11-30g or 0.39-1.06oz per kilo of your dog’s weight.

If you suspect your dog has ingested any grapes/raisins/sultanas call your vet.

Symptoms

If your dog has eaten grapes, raisins or sultanas they might have some of the following symptoms:

  • vomiting
  • diarrhea
  • not eating
  • weakness
  • abdominal pain
  • increased drinking

Treatment

If your dog has consumed these foods within the past two hours your vet will most likely induce vomiting via an injection (hydrogen peroxide or apomorphine) followed by activated charcoal. If your dog has eaten a significant amount, started vomiting themselves or ingested the food several hours prior, intravenous fluid therapy might be suggested. In severe cases dialysis of the blood and peritoneal dialysis might be used to support the kidneys.

Prevention

Grapes, sultanas and raisins are popular foods in many households so it is best to be vigilant and ensure that your dogs do not come in contact with these foods. Don’t leave them lying around at their level or any place that they can access.

Even if your dog doesn’t get ill the stress and cost of an emergency vet trip is never a great way to spend your day.

Please note: Puppy Tales provides these articles for information purposes only. For any health problems with your pet always seek immediate veterinary advice from your local veterinarian.

Leighton Beach Stroll

Hi all, Mum and I had a delightful walk in Perth’s beautiful winter sunshine this morning. We started at Leighton Beach then headed north to Mosman Park. As

As usual, many other dogs were having fun too. Mum even had a dip despite the chilly water. She said it was refreshing but I noticed she shivered a bit afterwards.

We warmed up with a coffee from Bib and Tucker, then headed home via the dog food shop to buy me a few more treats!

Woofs from KoKo

KoKo at Leighton Beach having fun

KoKo at Leighton Beach having fun

Sadness in Subiaco

Our hearts are filled with sadness.

Our smiley friend Glen has passed away. We will miss his hellos and chats at Richard Diggins Park in Subiaco,

With love to Julie, Gwen, Sheila and Clinton, Georgia and Adele, James and Lucy

and of course to Bandit and Bentley

from your park mates,

Helen and KoKo

KoKo’s “Dog Parking Signs” Subiaco

I pestered my Mum Helen to make some “Dog parking Signs” as I was fed up with being tied to a rubbish bin in the stinking heat or pouring rain.

Being anchored under a table was ok but tying me to a chair was not sensible (see my blog on “The Traumatic Chair Chase” https://kokosdogblogdotcom1.wordpress.com/wp-admin/post.php?post=8932&action=edit). I love her creativity and cleverness in making these signs. Please let me know what you think. Melograno Cafe has purchased one ($35). Lots of dogs have used my sign when they wait near at Andre’s Yogurt Shop.

I love Helen’s creativity and cleverness in making these signs. Please let me know what you think. Melograno Cafe has purchased one ($35). Lots of dogs have used my sign when they wait near at Andre’s Yogurt Shop.

I’d love to have one at the library (where we have to mix with the bicycles) and one near Simon Johnson’s store as there is nowhere to be anchored nearby.

Please let me know what you think and if you know a spot in Subiaco that needs one.

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Yummy!

 

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I’ll do anything to taste this yogurt!

 

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No you cannot have my parking spot.

 

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Shall we have a yogurt?

 

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From the maker himself!

My "Dog Parking" Signs

My “Dog Parking” Signs Phone 0419969455 for sale

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tasty Frozen Yogurt!

Tasty Frozen Yogurt!

Photos from RD Park July 9th 2017 Lior

Dad and Daughter 2

At RD Park    KoKo and Friend July 2017

KoKo and Friends July 2017

KoKo and Friends July 2017

KoKo and Vivienne July 2017

KoKo and Vivienne July 2017 2

KoKo and Vivienne 2 July 2017

Family

 Henry and Louis

Henry and Louis

Leo's Daughter July 2017

Lior’s Daughter July 2017

Lior’s Daughter 2 July 2017

Lior’s Daughters July 2017

Lior’s Daughters 2 July 2017

Lior’s Daughters 3 July 2017

Lior’ and Daughters July 2017

KoKo at RD park age 11

KoKo at RD park age 11

Leo's Daughter 5

Lior’s Daughters 5

Leo's Daughter 5

Lior’s Daughter 5

Lior’s Daughters

Dad and Daughter RD Park

Dad and Daughter RD Park

A pretty Girl!

A pretty Girl!

A Traumatic Chair Chase Tale

My next tale describes an unexpected misadventure one winter’s morning outside Spring Expresso Cafe in Subiaco.

I usually wait, tied to a pole in the street, while Mum buys our coffees.  One day Mum tied me to a chair under shelter instead, as she didn’t want me to get cold and wet. My Mum cares for my well being. She had no idea then of the negative consequence which would happen because of her thoughtful actions.

I was half snoozing when, a big truck thundered past, startling me into wakefulness. My eyes sprang open, my ears flattened against my head as an icy cold fear spread through me. Without taking a paws to think, I ran for home as fast as my tiny legs could carry me.

As I sped along Bagot Rd, I heard “Bang, Crash, Bang, Scrape” behind me. The noise boomed louder and louder. BANG, Crash, BANG. The faster I ran, the louder the clatter. With my tail tucked under with worry, I glanced around and saw the chair was still chasing me. What could I do except run faster and faster trying to reach the safety of my home? As I spun around the corner into Townshend Rd “BANG, CRASH, BANG, SCRAPE” was still shouting in my sensitive ears.

Thank goodness Mum, who was running after me, finally got closer. She grabbed the chair and killed it, saving me from a traumatic death. I was too traumatised even to say, “thank you”. Mum carried me home. She cuddled me and trying to calm me by talking quietly in a reassuring voice. Eventually, after she put me in my bed, my terror subsides, and I slept.

The next day Mum thought I was fine but I put my brakes on and refused to go around the corner into Bagot Rd. Mum tried telling me it was OK; the chair was gone and could not hurt me. Despite her reassurance, I continued to feel frightened. She tried walking me a different way to the cafe to trick me, but I’m no fool, I knew what she was doing. As we approached the cafe, I shook and whimpered.  Mum was sad as she knows I love my Puppicinos.

Mum said, “KoKo, we need to find a solution. Why don’t we go and see Greg to ask if he can help?” Greg my vet explains he has some tablets which will help me feel better. I’m a good boy and eat my medication (wrapped in a meaty treat) every day for a whole month. I’m pleased to say I felt much better. I’m was not afraid to go to the cafes anymore! Mum said, “KoKo, you’re an expensive dog to look after, but I love you.”