The wonderings and wanderings of Dakin and Company

Month: March 2013
[I get my story-telling from my dad. These are his words, my interviewing] I was sitting at home one night and a friend of ours—a Pom, working at Blue Circle cement factory—phoned me and said “Dorrian, I’m in big trouble. This dog arrived on our doorstep in town and we made the huge mistake of giving him some food. Now the dog refuses to leave. My wife’s gone to Johannesburg and she said that if the dog’s still here when she gets back, she’s moving into the hotel.”  And he asked “Can’t you take the dog. He is a St Bernard, but he must be a brak because he has short hair.” So I said “Ja, bring him. We need a big dog.” On the way out to the farm he put the dog in the back of the car—an old Ford Escort—and the dog chewed, bit a big piece...