My name is Dahab Hassan. My title is Head of Security and Customer Relations at OTA Diving & Travel. Today we are taking one of our guests to Ras Mohamed National Park. What’s unusual about this trip is that usually we go by boat, but today we are going by car. A new adventure awaits!
So we get into the car and I find a spot on the towel and I go to sleep….the car ride is smooth and comforting and all my people are around me.
Ras Mohamed is only about 15 kilometers from Sharm el Sheikh and when we get to the gate we get our tickets and pass right through.
We drive on a bit and come to the Arches which mark the Gateway to the Ras Mo beaches.
We pass a rock on the way and stop for directions.
The car stops and I jump out and immediately survey the area. No bad guys here, now off to find a suitable place to set up camp.
I find a nice shady spot and I call over to the humans and tell them to set up camp here.
My humans lay out a blanket and bring out all their dive and snorkel gear while I continue to explore the area.
While my people are working, I take a walk by the water….lick lick, yucky…too salty! Then some big hands pick me up
and set me in the water…..whoa! This feels strange and I paddle like crazy to get back to shore! There is lots of laughter from the humans.
Look! I found a seahorse!
I find a seahorse on the shore and help get him back into the water. Then this nice lady comes by and congratulates me!
The humans take a lot of photos and start to pose like this……then the girls take off on the trail and I stay behind with my daddy. But I want to follow the girls…so I start off on the trail. Daddy is following me!
We start to climb the rock up to Shark Observatory, but there is a lot of stopping and posing for photos on the way! Soon Daddy is following me, seems like four legs are better than two!
I can run and climb the rocks here
much faster than the people
not only because they keep stopping to take photos of themselves or me in the spectacular scenery here.
Up near the top of Shark Observatory there are some high stairs that my little legs cannot climb.
I get carried up the last stairs to the top and then I’m set free to run!
I run to join my family at the summit of the Observatory!
This has been a great day out and I can’t wait to come back to Ras Mohammed National Park!
asked the vet after a brief inspection of the puppy I placed on the table. I had just told him the puppy was a female. So his question left me wondering why she has a penis and what would she use it for.
She had just become He.
Several complications immediately cropped up in my mind, foremost, all that agonizing over naming the furry little thing had been for nothing. I had settled on a name finally: Bella, short for Bellady. Now, well, he wasn’t looking so Bella anymore. Puppy had only been with me for 36 hours at this point and a name was paramount, and now we had to start over.
The vet handed me Puppy’s passport with the name field left blank and we went home. We struggled for two days with pronouns….she’s so cute, she’s gotta go out….she, she, she. Using our puppy training techniques: correcting each other, being patient, and rewarding each other for getting it right, my husband and I retrained our lexicon: he needs to go out, he’s biting his tail, take him with you
When my husband proposed to name him Dahab way back on Puppy Day 1 (6 days ago now), I shot it down. After leaving the vet, the husband started up with the Dahab name again. He was gaining ground what with the gender revelation and all. Dahab seemed a perfectly reasonable and logical naming convention. He found puppy sitting on a street corner in Dahab when he happened to walk by. A little jump, a swat of his little paw, a little puppy yelp and husband was smitten. Puppy was scooped up and promptly relocated to Sharm el Sheikh. Puppy is now living the dream: steady food, water and a prominent place in our pack.
Fine, Dahab it is.
She’ll always be Bellady to me though.