“WHAT`S THAT, BOY? TIMMY`S FALLEN DOWN THE WELL?”...
THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM…
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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Juniper and I do not really get on, and I am left with a rash on my arms from the prickles, and bites from all its residents, who hated being disturbed and got up on their six legs and attacked me with enthusiasm.
So now I have to get ready for the big event on Friday.
As you will guess, it involves a long journey down south, and crowds of people.....
Yes, of course its a dog show! What did you think?
Friday, April 22, 2011
Thursday, April 07, 2011
There were many visits to the vet, and many antibiotics were tried. Poor Ella, oozing unmentionable stuff from eyes and nose, was poked and prodded, had the unmentionable thermometer inserted (at which her eyes bug out), and when she tried her best growl (described once as the sound of a very wet angry wasp) she blew bubbles instead.
Her appetite went. I kept her going on Complan, administered by syringe - an unspeakably messy process. As the vet commented, "Complan + saliva = instant glue. " At least they now make it in chicken flavour....I just remembered the one original flavour, Yuck.
I tried her on everything. I invited Shelby to show her how tasty these offerings were, and he responded nobly to the task. I think he may look back on these weeks as some of the best in his life.
I had some success with ice cream. As I brought in the carton, every bitch who has ever had a litter converged on it quickly. I always give ice cream during a whelping, reckoning that something cool and delicious involving liquid, calcium and a whopping big sugar rush is no bad thing when you are working hard to push out puppies. They had never forgotten.
I gave some to Allegra, who looked very thoughtful and could imagine her thinking; "Wait a minute! Ice cream and I`m not having contractions! I don`t even remember getting pregnant! Has my short term memory gone?"
At last the vet tried a new antibiotic, and it did the trick. She had the injection on Monday, and the improvement since has been remarkable. She is still not eating much, but is back to her old cheerful self, and her nose and eyes are clear..
I hope the worst is over.