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Long Dog now available in the following locations!

Longdog at Izami

Izami - Bloemfontein

Address:
Cnr of Milner Road and Waverley
Bays Village Centre
Next to Spar
Bloemfontein

Trading Hours:
Monday - Saturday 8:30am - 5pm

Contacts:
Shop: 051 436 1489

Longdog at Izami

Longdog at Izami

Longdog at Izami

Douglasdale – Village Craft Market

Address:
Shop 13, Douglasdale Village Shopping Centre
Cnr Douglas and Leslie Rds, Douglasdale

Trading Hours:
Monday - Friday 8am - 5pm
Saturday 8am - 1pm

Contacts:
Tel: 082 998 004

Douglasdale – Village Craft Market

Douglasdale – Village Craft Market

Douglasdale – Village Craft Market

Renaissance - Midlands Meander

Address:
The Falls farm, R103
Balgowan, 3275.
(800m from Michael House School)

Trading Hours:
Wednesday - Sunday 9:00am - 4:00pm

Contacts:
Shop: 073 838 1015
Cheryl: 083 289 7468
Email addresses: shop renaissance@bundunet.com
Cheryl: cheryl@wigmore.co.za

Renaissance - Midlands Meander

Renaissance - Midlands Meander

Renaissance - Midlands Meander

Renaissance - Midlands Meander

Dullstroom – Arts & Crafts Centre

Address:
85 Naledi Drive
Dullstroom 1110

Trading Hours:
Monday - Saturday 8am - 5pm
Sunday 8am - 3pm
Public Holidays 8am - 3pm

Contacts:
Emily: 072 188 4928 Busi: 072 188 4928 (Tuesdays & Weekends)

Dullstroom – Arts & Crafts Centre

Dullstroom – Arts & Crafts Centre

Dullstroom – Arts & Crafts Centre

2019-03-29: Long Dog now featuring in its home town.

I am so excited to announce that Long Dog will now be stocked in a wonderful little shop in Bloemfontein. I have been looking for the right fit for 3 years and I have finally found it.

We will be available in Izami at Bays Village Centre from April.

Izami was established in 1980, by the original owners Izabel and Mimi, hence the name Izami. It has had various owners who have all run the shop with the love and care it deserves. It has stood the test of time and is a household name in Bloemfontein. Izami has been sharing in the joys, celebrations, heartaches and laughter of Bloemfonteiners for almost 4 decades and is a real jewel of Bloemfontein.

The owner Aneen Du Plessis has a rescue Dachshund that they named Lucky … a very special part of their lives and when she came across the Long Dog brand it was something she felt would fit into her shop.

So all you Worsie lovers in Bloem….come along to Izami and do some shopping!!

Izami - Baysvillige Bloemfontein

2019-02-01: Another New Location for Long Dog.

It's really great to get new places where I can showcase Long Dog products.

With that in mind, I would like to introduce you to Renaissance in the Midlands of Natal:

Renaissance is all about making a transition from the old to the new. We showcase the mixing of restored antiques, vintage techniqued furniture, new decor smalls, soft furnishings, and unusual gifts, which provide our customers, with an interesting journey through our showroom.

renaissance - natal midlands
renaissance - natal midlands

Renaissance was established in 2010 to indulge my love of reviving old things and turning them into something beautiful. Over the years, we came to realize that the Midlands shopper wanted something small and unusual, that they could take away with them, and so we started introducing interesting gifts, jewelry and ornaments.

Recently, we introduced the Long Dog product range for all those DOTTY Dachshund lovers. I myself own three of these lovable, independent little creatures and so do both my adult children. Like most Dachshund owners we are mad about anything Dachshund.

renaissance - natal midlands

2018-04-10: Female Entrepreneur SA

I am so proud to be featured as one of the success stories in the March issue of BIZZBUZ.

You can click on one of the images below to take you to the article and to read more about Longdog.co.za

Nunu
Nunu
Nunu

2017-09-13: Afrug-worshond word ’n muse

Here is an article in which Bloemnuus did an interview with me. I really love the why that they put it as Lulu being my muse.

bloemnuus

2017-01-16: Die worshond Lulu het entrepreneur laat ontpop

The Beeld did an article about how 'Long Dogs' were the inspiration for my business. If you have a Netwerk 24 subscription you can read the article here. Otherwise you can click on the image below and download the pdf article.

Die Beeld 2017

2018-04-09: I love you with my LIFE!

This is a story about the love and dedication of two very different sausage dogs – a short haired black one named Nunu and a very pedigreed wired haired Dachshund named Schnitzel.

Two of five dogs on a Game Farm they live a very comfortable life, a huge garden, food enough for royalty and with a family that loves them. Nunu is the drama queen in the family, she struts her stuff with an attitude that the word arrogance does not even begin to describe, and is the first to make a noise or perform. She has the unfortunate problem of an undershot jaw and has become very skilled at scraping food out of bowls with her top jaw, believe me, when it comes to food this is one dog that does not struggle. I think she would be closer to a miniature hippo if it were not for the diets she has to endure. The saying, ‘I’ll protect you with my life’ rings very true when it comes to this little hound. Summer is always a nervous time for me on the farm, with a huge array of snakes emerging from their hiding places to bask in the sun or feed. The owner of the dogs knows each bark and the difference between ‘there is someone in the yard bark, an attention seeking bark or a snake bark.’

If the ‘snake bark’ is heard he rushes out to see what it is. The funny thing is, he is rushing out to protect his dogs from the snake and their first instinct is to protect him. It gets pretty complicated. I am often the one being yelled at – “get the dogs out of here.” This, however, is no easy feat.

One particular incident comes to mind. It was a very muggy summer evening and I was making dinner on my own in the kitchen with the dogs keeping me company. There was a black plastic storage box against the wall and I noticed Nunu sniffing around, she suddenly jerked backwards and made a horrible little squeal. I shouted for my boyfriend as Nunu went towards the black box again and again reeled backwards. All I heard were the words “Cobra, get the dogs out!”

I shut the other four out on the verandah whilst Nunu was locked in the passage and then jumped onto the counter out of the way. My boyfriend came into the kitchen through another door. He moved the box and quickly killed a very large cobra. All this time Nunu was at the door barking, making it clear that it was her snake and her duty to get rid of it. We discovered that the cobra had spat in her eyes and she was in a lot of pain. We put her in the bath held her head and eyes under running water. Much to her dismay, all she had on her mind was getting back into the kitchen to find the snake. She finally realized it was dead, but it took three days before the kitchen patrols came to an end.

This little dog has the heart the size of a lion and I’m pretty sure she thinks she’s a Great Dane. She will stop at nothing to protect us and to show her love and affection. We affectionately call her Wobbles, when you arrive home she is at the gate so happy to see you that she almost wobbles herself off her little squat legs and feet. She has spirit enough for ten dogs and a sense of adventure like I have never seen.

Then there is Schnitzel, a grey fluffy little thing that is very often misread. When you approach the house you can hear one specific bark above all the others, it is loud and very deep, reminiscent of someone that smokes a box of Camel cigarettes and drinks a bottle of Jack Daniels every day. Most people look for the big dog but then soon realize it is not coming from her, it emanates from the very uptight looking little grey dog. The bark should be warning enough, do not provoke this dog, no matter how cute she looks, ESPECIALLY if you are of the male gender. Schnitzel or Zoombie as we call her, has a passionate dislike for men and if you are wearing leather farming boots you are in even more trouble. If she has not already attached herself to your ankle, you better watch your bum, because guaranteed that it the next good area to sink the teeth into.

So when people ask me if I feel safe when I go the farm every weekend, what do you think my answer is?

These two delightful little companions are never far from my side. The greatest of friends, they are always at each other and are a laugh a minute. Here’s to Wobbles and Zoombie and many more slain snakes and farmers boots!

Nunu
I love you with my life

2018-04-08: A hounding identity crisis !

We have recently had a new addition to our small family. This all began one morning when my mother was reading the Witness and her eyes hovered on the SPCA section where all these sad little faces stare out at you looking for a home.

Personally, I turn the page very quickly when it comes to this section, as in my perfect world, it would all be put right if I had endless land, dog food and money to adopt every one of them. That particular morning I got a call telling me, “look at the dogs, there’s a puppy there for you.”

My man and I had been looking for a working dog as he has ventured into sheep farming, and herding and moving over 1000 sheep around would prove a whole lot less tiresome with a dog to help out. The dog in question staring out of page…..in the paper was a 4 and half month old Australian cattle dog cross collie and his name was Bandit.

One look at him and I was on the phone planning, and three days later he was settling into his new home on the farm. We had been warned by the SPCA that he was very active and in need of plenty of exercise and attention.

We have an old wooden table on our back verandah and in the early hours of the morning when boredom takes control of Bandit’s world he is up on the table pulling things off to chew. The list includes gumboots, hose pipes, an axe handle, a tape measure, paint brushes and so it continues. Somehow we keep forgetting how high he can climb, and stupidly leave things on this table.

When he first arrived at the farm we let him sleep in the kitchen with our 10 year old sausage dog name Nunu, hoping he would feel loved and settle in better. Each morning we would open the kitchen door praying that the damage was not too bad. When overnight in Pietermaritzburg one week I got a call saying that ‘Bandit did not like who he was.’ I was very confused, only to find out that he had knocked over the bowl that had his vets identity book in and chewed it to pieces.

This past weekend I decided to paint our bathroom with a lovely white eggshell oil paint. After most of the afternoon spent on DIY, I packed up and left the paint tin, roller and brushes on the verandah table. We went out for dinner that night and when we got back home we saw the customary bed, pillow or some chewed object in the middle of the lawn. When I got closer to the verandah I noticed more mess, quite a lot more mess. To my horror, I realized that Bandit had jumped up onto the table and knocked the paint tin off. There was white oil paint in every direction – over the dog’s blankets and beds, on the floor, walls, through mesh wiring on the kitchen door…..everywhere!

Bandit stared up at me, innocence oozing from his puppy eyes with not a spot of paint on him. I went inside to put things down and then recalled I had not seen Nunu our sausage dog. We started to look for her at opposite ends of the house and garden.

I then heard laughter and my name being called from the front verandah and dreading it, headed in that direction to survey the damage there. My partner was laughing so much he had tears streaming down his face and was pointing at the old outside sofa. There, peeking out from behind a cushion was a little white face – it was Nunu our ‘not so black’ sausage dog.

After about 15 minutes of hysterical laughter and trying to get our breaths back, we stopped to assess one very put out little dog. When Bandit had jumped up and knocked the paint tin off the table, the bulk of it had hit Nunu on her bed. She had obviously shot out of the firing line in fright and confusion, rolled a number of times on the lawn to get rid of whatever had fallen on her and headed to the comfort and safety of the sofa.

Nunu has since become a celebrity in the small farming village. After much concern and googling exercises we set out to try and remove some of the paint. Some of the suggestions were to use vegetable oil, salad dressing and even peanut butter. We bathed her and washed with olive oil and French salad dressing but nothing seems to have done the trick. Peanut butter was simply not a paint cleaning option with a food obsessed sausage dog!

So, back to the Bandit and trouble maker in the story, we think we have him figured out. He was clearly having another identity crisis and decided he was tired of being the only black and white dog in the yard. Needless to say, he is now sharing his nights on an old towel with a very put out and grumpy sausage dog that smells like a Mediterranean salad and looks like a piece of modern art.

The SPCA was right…Bandit certainly lives up to his name.

The culprit - Bandit
The victim - Nunu
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