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The Dedes are the reflection of their Artist and truth be told they struggle. When they first popped up, the Artist was still working and had to deal with different personalities on a daily basis. As an educator it was the Artist’s intention to find win-win situations where possible, or if not possible, at least come to an understanding of the thinking of others.

The puppets provide an excellent tool to investigate any issue in an non-threatening way and from many different angles. Like in human society, different puppets have different opinions derived from their own individual experiences. While these, on scrutiny, often don’t even exclude each other, they often result in major disagreements – even animosities, when everyone stubbornly insists on their own position. The key to understanding is careful and sincere listening. A skill well worth developing.

Then Top Dog showed up in their little society and everything changed. All of a sudden there was this knifing, lying puppet that twisted words and didn’t care about reason, truth or the well-being of others, but only about his own advantage and power. In typical Dede-fashion they took it lightheartedly at first. Sadly, what happened to the Dede-society was mirrored big time in the real world shortly after.  Over night, the Dedes were no longer funny! And the struggle began: The Dedes’ life philosophy was challenged to the core, if not endangered.

Meanwhile, the Artist in her typical fashion is sitting on the fence. Should the Dedes die, or should they come out fighting? While there is no definitive verdict, the Dedes are still potting around on Instagram. So the Artist kept the Dedes alive as she believes coming back from the dead is arguably more difficult than coming back from sick-leave. While the Dedes were convalescing the blog was somewhat neglected. They really should be out of their sick-bed by now.

Well, of course I am the Artist and the Dedes reflect my own struggle. Personally, I am blessed beyond my own belief, and live an extremely rich and fulfilled life (not in the monetary sense, though). I haven’t always, and like everyone else I have my ups and downs. I invented Top Dog, when I had to cope with a bullying work environment. Writing Top Dog’s adventures helped me tremendously externalising the issue. Though in the end the real Top Dog and her antics did grind me down and even worse Top Dogs popped up everywhere in the political world, like mushrooms after a nuclear fall-out.

My solution was to withdraw back into the privacy of my own life and onto a 1.5ha lifestyle block being as self-sufficient as possible. It suits me to a tee, as I always had hermit-style tendencies (hence the first puppet book ‘Hermit’s Web’).

The Dedes on the other hand are public figures, they like an audience and once again, they complain that I am not doing enough for them. They believe they have a message worth hearing. And there we are…

Do they really?


We are still alive and kicking, but much has happened since Christmas the year before last, when Top Dog in our last post tried to steal all the Christmas presents. He has in fact stolen not only the presents but also the Dedes’ innocence and lightness of being.

But from the beginning: As you might have figured the Dedes are dye-in-the-wool liberals They found it more and more difficult to cope with the rise of the autocrats all over the world. What use to be funny, when they were only a sideshow, it no longer funny and so the Dedes lost their voice and became speechless.

The Artist of the Dedes decided in the meantime to leave the of hustle and bustle of big town Auckland behind, like so many others, and moved to the sunny Bay of Islands in New Zealand’s Far North. Well, looking out the window today. It’s all but sunny. Anyway, along the way she was homeless for three month. Not homeless as in ‘no future’ as you can see increasingly on the streets of our big cities, rather homeless as in shake off the old and and clear your mind for the exciting change to come. She spend the time sailing around the Hauraki Gulf and Great Barrier on a little 26-foot catamaran, together with her soulmate and three traveler Dedes. It is documented on the Instagram account @dedepuppets that continued throughout the journey. Then they went for a month to Melbourne housesitting. But after the sailing stint it was clear, citylife is no longer an option.

In July the Dedes moved on an 1.5 ha lifestyle block with a delapidated house and are renovating ever since, digging trenches, planting out vegetables, cutting down trees and and and. Life has never been busier, but at the same time it has never been happier either. Though there is a clear mental battle going on. Taking the easy route and happily withdraw into the privacy of a little bubble, or continue to make public statements and give a small group of readers something to smile about.

Unfortunately for the Dedes, the happier, the quieter they are. Well, on Instagram the Artist had suggested, once the Dedes drop below 700 followers they will die. There was a little outcry amongst our handful of diehard followers. And so we continue. To be honest, the amount of followers is not important to us. On instagram they come and go like flies anyway. For the Artist the Dedes are really there to make sense of her world und understand human behaviour. And there is still so much more to understand. We can’t go back to where we were, but we can’t continue towards the abyss with open eyes. So for now we soldier on without a solution! Maybe it will be around the next corner…

It was always in the back of our mind to revive the blog once we are sort of settled in our new environment. And we feel really back to have it neglected for over a year. Thanks to our puppeteer friend in Australia who missed the blog, here we are…

On instagram the Dedes are preparing to embark on yet another Super Dede Competition. The ones in 2013 and in 2016 were definitely the highlights of their career and they hope they can repeat their success, proving to their Artist that there is still live in them. The Artist is suspicious, as well, she doesn’t want to flogg it to death.

The blog will be different, but how we don’t know yet :)

I hope there are still a few followers out there, who are happy to see us back.

Go, Dedes, go



Oops, I left out yesterday’s post. It wasn’t important. It was just, that Mouse got concerned about our 5th anniverary because the Dedes seemed to be more divided than ever before. Detail wanted to push on with her questions to Witch first and then deal with the anniversary. So here is the fourth question: “If there is one thing you could eradicate from the world, what would it be?”

We got a lot of responses from our Instagram readers, but let’s jump straight to Witch’s answer:

“I changed my mind about this one” said Witch, and allowed everyone a quick look into her crystal ball. “Last time I said racism. But now I say we have to eradicate the root of all evil, the narcissists. The ones who believe they are superior to others and the world owes them. These narcissists prey on the vulnerable with promises of riches and power, sow hatred and divide society into good and bad according to their own worldview.”

Then she explained there are not that many true narcissists around. Sadly you can’t argue with them, they will never budge and would rather take the whole world down than admit they were wrong. As for the rest of us we simply have to learn to talk eye-to-eye again. Respect for one another goes a very long way to heal the rift.

Looking at the instagram responses, it appears that yes, taking advantage of an imbalance of power seems to be the gist of it.


“I can’t get my head around people putting profit over humanity and the environment” said Witch.

This was her answer three years ago and it still is. Now she wonders whether invalidating facts is the feel-good pill for greed. Top Dog goes round like a petulant four-year-old proclaiming Global Warming is a hoax. How can he have the expertise when scientists have spent their lifetime researching?


Chance’s comment made Witch hot under her collar. “I stick to my values, even if I have to burn at the stake.”

“Let’s see if this is true” said Detail, who is currently re-reading five years of Dede blog for their upcoming anniversary. Yesterday she came across the five questions Devil had ask Witch when they were playing tag-a-Dede in 2013. “I will ask you these questions one-by-one again and let the readers know tomorrow what your answer was,” suggested Detail.

“I know what I’ve said,” replied Witch confidently. “I am more interested in what our readers answer to these questions. So please shoot!”
“Q1: What is your pet hate?”

Chance didn’t get a chance to clarify what she meant yesterday.


Top Dog was very happy of course. He had achieved what he so desperately wanted and that was it. No more work required from him. He can rest on his laurels now and let his minions to the work. The Dedes who had supported him sprang into action making the best use of their new power. Someone suggested that a sovereign had the right to mint and issue coins. In an era when images were as rare as hen’s teeth, this used to be the most important propaganda vehicle. The subordinates had to look at the ruler every time they traded. The idea of printing money appealed tremendously to Top Dog, but he is business savvy and had an inkling that in a world of electronic transactions it wouldn’t fly.

“I can tell you what would be much more effective,” said Norman T Newbie, who is eager to earn brownie points. “Print your image and your programme on a coffee mug and all those urban people who dislike you so much will be reminded of you daily.” He even had ordered a sample.

“Good thinking, my man” said Top Dog as he admired his photo. “I promote you to chief-advisor.” (Mugs available at*)


The other camp was in total shambles. Yesterday Devil found Foxy Lady at the edge of the cabinet. “What are you doing here, my love?” he asked, dragging her away from the abyss. “I don’t know myself anymore” she said depressed.

“What makes you say that?”

“At first I felt so helpless and angry about Top Dog’s speeches that I wanted to push him of his shelf. It was totally against my nature and I felt so bad I had to run away. And now, hearing more speeches, I am angry I didn’t succeed.”

“Don’t worry, most of us would feel the same” said Devil and gave her a big hug.


Devil thought it might be an idea to consult Esta Blished, the fairy godmother. Remember the old lady suffers from Alzheimers and has forgotten how to cast a spell. Back in August she had mumbled some interesting words, that didn’t make sense at the time. In the light of recent events, though, they are perfectly clear. When Devil arrived at her place she was lying on the floor cursing and swearing. He rushed to her aid. Angry and embarrassed about her fall, she pushed him away and screamed “Oh, man, it takes more than one devil to get me on my feet again. Where the heck is my magic wand!”

There is obviously some fighting spirit left in the Esta.


Unexpectedly and virtually overnight the Dedes got a new motto: “Fake it and you make it!” Despite all our best efforts, Top Dog came out trump.

“Does this mean you would go as far as rigging an election?” asked the stunned artist. (All the Dedes are speechless and curled up in the corner).

“No, no that would be so third world country and too easy to uncover. No, I am much more cunning than that. I rigged the polls before the elections. That is a little trick I learned from my Brexit friends!”

“How is this suppose to work?”
“The media loves me and I could create a very close race. I made sure I was level-heading, but never take the lead. Fall back and catch up again. Just enough for the other party to feel confident. But only so little that it was clear to every last marginal supporter of my camp that their vote counts, that they are needed. Everybody wants to be needed. That, my dear artist, is how you mobilise the masses.”

Top Dog was exhausted but delighted. He had achieved what he so desperately wanted. For an unguarded brief moment he let his hair down and the followers got a glimpse of what he really looks like without his wig.



“Good night for now and sleep well, my friends in Dedeland!”


Alien is shown as our profile pic on Instagram. The Dedes believe it is quite a cute picture and very welcoming. Yesterday it disappeared miraculously. Turns out Alien had a problem with his visa. He is a bit slack. Anyway as he is the Dedes’ heraldic animal, he was pressured to sort it out asap. Which he did and sure enough he is back today. I have never told you that he also coind the Dedes’ motto: “I smile largely because I have no clue what’s going on”


Good on you Alien!



Alley Cat was still watching the little wooden cat running into the sunset, when suddenly Bobby, the policeman, jumped out of nowhere and threw her to the ground. “I am arresting you on suspicion of criminal intent” he shouted. Alley Cat was scared stiff. Her first thought was “Thank God, there are no guns in Dedeland. If there were, I would be dead. Seven lives and all!” Only afterwards did she wonder what she must have done to deserve this treatment.

This incident raised new questions. While Alley Cat was still counting her blessed seven lives, one of our readers asked “shouldn’t she have nine?” And true, this is one of the riddles I couldn’t solve so far. In Germany where I come from cats have only seven lives, while in English speaking countries they have nine. What have the German cats done that they are shortchanged by two lives. Can anyone explain this to me, please? The next question of course, should Alley Cat have only seven lives, because she was created by a German or should she have nine lives, as she was created in New Zealand? What a conundrum.


“Oh no, Foxy Lady needs professional help” cried Monkey. “We don’t have a psychiatrist or psychologist amongst the Dedes!”

“We could ask the artist to make one” suggested Benevolent King. This idea didn’t fly with Monkey. Who knows what the outcome will be, but he didn’t air this concern, instead he  said: “knowing her speed it will take six months before it is done.”

“Isn’t that the normal wait for an appointment?” asked Benevolent King.

“But Foxy Lady needs help NOW! I don’t dare to imagine what will happen when she has to wait that long.”