I used to take Jenni with me to work when I knew I was not going into town – I was paranoid about the appalling standard of driving and getting her involved in an accident (I was once asked to pick up a friend’s children from school – it was the most tense driving I’ve done in a long time). Customers like her, she was very friendly and likeable. A black customer once asked me what type of dog she was. A Rhodesian Ridgeback I replied. Not Zimbabwean? No, Rhodesian – that is how the breed was described in 1928 and that is how it stays. He made some facetious remark.
In this country we whites seem to be pussy-footing around our history. I forget who said “You can re-write history all you like but you cannot change it” but I find myself increasingly less sensitive and using the R word where it is justified – in my opinion at least. At one time I used to put on my South African visa application that I was born in Southern Rhodesia, educated in Rhodesia and lived in Zimbabwe! The South Africans I’ve come across seem far less timid and very proudly call their dogs Rhodesian Ridgebacks.
Zimbabwe Absurdity 
Nice to have you back. There’s been nothing to read in the papers. :-))
I once met someone who had what they called a “Zimbabwean Zipperback”. Found that amusing and creative.
Otherwise, find myself wondering whether, because I was born in a town and country that no longer exist, perhaps I’m only a figment of my own imagination…
Ah Big Blister; me too. Canada is no longer as Canada was; I’m sure Forest Gump has something to say about that. Are we really what we used to be, or is memory playing its tricks on us.
That’s a far cry from dogs, isn’t it?