Doggy Stylz

26/08/2024

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26/07/2024

26/07/2024

So excited for this event... get your furbabies their winter jackets @ less 30%....see you there!

25/07/2024

Get Winter goodies for your fur babies, Sunday , 28 July, Eye of Africa Estate.

25/05/2024

21/03/2024

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Caitlin- 066 242 3693

16/03/2024

Absolutely heartbreaking....

My name is Voël, sometimes the damn bird. I am now 8 years old. This is my 6th home in my 8 years. I remember my first 2 years of life as if it were yesterday because it's all that keeps me clinging to life, hoping my Mom will come for me one day. Mom and I were inseparable. We played together, laughed together, and she made the tastiest food for me. I went "shopping" with her, picking out my own fruits and vegetables for the week. Mom would spoil me with delicious treats, and every Saturday was our cheat day when we enjoyed cheese curls together. Three at a time. I could roam freely in the house, and at the end of each month, Mom would come home with a new toy for me. Mom said, "Every prince deserves a little gift when they're as sweet as you."

One day, Mom didn't come home. I heard she was sick, and I had to stay with her friend for a week. That week turned into a year. A year spent waiting for Mom. She never came for me. Mom was gone. I was forgotten in a corner. I had to learn to eat black seeds that made me very sick. The brown beans smelled musty, but I had to eat or starve.

So I began to wander. Everyone always wanted to know, "Can he talk?" or "Does he bite?" Sometimes I had to entertain visitors with my tricks, and then everyone would say, "Oh, we want a parrot too!" Other times, I was screamed at to shut up, and shoes were thrown at me.

My once palace-like cage was traded for a tiny, filthy cage. I was "sentenced to life imprisonment for a crime I didn't commit." I chewed on my sticks out of boredom and was scolded for it. A piece of steel was shoved into my cage, scraping blisters on my feet. I was forgotten outside, in heat and cold. Days without water, and when I did get water, it was muddy. I no longer knew what a clean cage was, suffocating in my own waste.

Today I am in my 8th home. I'm beaten with sticks through the bars. I'm taunted. I'm tired, and I grabbed the child and bit him. The mother slapped me so hard on the head it felt like my eyes would pop out.

I feel sick. I struggle to breathe. The man's smoke burns my chest. I don't want to live anymore. I'm sentenced to a punishment I'm innocent of. All I wanted was your love. You measured love by costs and work. I don't really want to bite you, but I can't trust a human hand anymore. I am terrified and scared.

I pluck my feathers because I am sick. I am dying... I pray to God and ask Him please God, come take me... I can't fight anymore. I don't have the strength. Slowly, I am sentenced to a torturous death...
"Awareness of birds in cases"
Written by :

~ Ilse Meyer

25/12/2023

Merry Christmas !!!

17/12/2023

13/12/2023

Doggy Stylz will be at the Christmas Market at Hotel Sky Sandton from the 15-22 Dec.
Amazing kiddies activities planned, see attached pics for Daily line up.

09/12/2023

03/12/2023

A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead.

He remembered dying, and that the dog walking beside him had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them..

After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight.

When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother-of-pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.

When he was close enough, he called out, 'Excuse me, where are we?'

'This is Heaven, sir,' the man answered.

Would you happen to have some water?' the man asked.

Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up'.The man gestured, and the gate began to open.

'Can my friend,' gesturing toward his dog, 'come in, too?' the traveller asked.

'I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets.'

The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his dog.

After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road leading through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.

'Excuse me!' he called to the man. 'Do you have any water?'

'Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there, come on in..'

'How about my friend here?' the traveller gestured to the dog.

There should be a bowl by the pump.'

They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old-fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveller filled the water bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog.

When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree.

'What do you call this place?' the traveller asked.

This is Heaven,' he answered.

'Well, that's confusing,' the traveller said. 'The man down the road said that was Heaven, too.'

'Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's hell.'

'Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?'

'No, we're just happy that they screen out the folks who would leave their best friends behind.'

~Anonymous Author and Artwork