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WHAT I`M READING...LE PAPILLON & LE PHALENE - GRAND COEURS EN PETIT TAILLE - Jean-Marie Vanbutsele
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" PACIFIC RIM" - great fun. Gojira meets Neon Genesis Evangelion
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"
Thursday, June 23, 2011
HAIR AWARE
Just an update on the accident with Fidget, the willy and the hair.
Yesterday Fidget went back to the vet.
I had supposed that his stitches were dissolving ones. But they weren`t.
The vet was very unsure about removing them without sedation. But little Fidget stood up on his hind legs with me holding him, and had 8 stitches removed from his penis without (excuse the expression) turning a hair. Everyone was very impressed.
Now I have asked around among people who keep long haired dogs, and yes, this sort of accident does happen sometimes. So be hair aware!
Yesterday Fidget went back to the vet.
I had supposed that his stitches were dissolving ones. But they weren`t.
The vet was very unsure about removing them without sedation. But little Fidget stood up on his hind legs with me holding him, and had 8 stitches removed from his penis without (excuse the expression) turning a hair. Everyone was very impressed.
Now I have asked around among people who keep long haired dogs, and yes, this sort of accident does happen sometimes. So be hair aware!
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Fidget - "I don`t want to talk about it!"
FREE WILLY
We had travelled overnight to yet another show, and Fidget was quite chirpy, but when I lifted him there was blood underneath, and part of his penis appeared caught and unable to withdraw. Evidently he didn`t care, but I rushed to the vet on duty.
She had been stationed in a little dark hut, so we had to take him outdoors to see the damage. And damage there was. We had thought it was just a "free willy" scenario, but when it was freed, we could see that hair had been drawn into the sheath, and had wound round the shaft and cut deeply into it. It was a horrific sight. Grown men walking past were seen to turn green and cross their legs. The vet muttered about "reconstruction", and even "amputation". I was grateful that Fidget`s command of English is a bit limited.
So off to the Vet Centre, where he was received and taken in for immediate surgery, and back I went to the showground to worry.
But at 12.20 I got a call to say that the damage had not been vital, had been repaired, and he could be picked up. Vast relief.
Fidget, full of painkillers and antibiotic, was quite cheerful, but appalled to realise that he seemed to have fallen asleep and woken up with a revolting plastic contrivance on his head.
I was more worried about the bill. Free Willy had turned into Expensive Willy, and I had to fork out an unplanned large amount. Fidget, totally innocent of such worries, wagged his tail at everyone, and you could see that already he was rehearsing the tale of his adventure to impress the girls at home.
Well, due to the nature of his injury, that`s the only way he will be impressing them for some time to come.
She had been stationed in a little dark hut, so we had to take him outdoors to see the damage. And damage there was. We had thought it was just a "free willy" scenario, but when it was freed, we could see that hair had been drawn into the sheath, and had wound round the shaft and cut deeply into it. It was a horrific sight. Grown men walking past were seen to turn green and cross their legs. The vet muttered about "reconstruction", and even "amputation". I was grateful that Fidget`s command of English is a bit limited.
So off to the Vet Centre, where he was received and taken in for immediate surgery, and back I went to the showground to worry.
But at 12.20 I got a call to say that the damage had not been vital, had been repaired, and he could be picked up. Vast relief.
Fidget, full of painkillers and antibiotic, was quite cheerful, but appalled to realise that he seemed to have fallen asleep and woken up with a revolting plastic contrivance on his head.
I was more worried about the bill. Free Willy had turned into Expensive Willy, and I had to fork out an unplanned large amount. Fidget, totally innocent of such worries, wagged his tail at everyone, and you could see that already he was rehearsing the tale of his adventure to impress the girls at home.
Well, due to the nature of his injury, that`s the only way he will be impressing them for some time to come.
