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.

Thursday, November 17, 2011


Well, I made it through the NHS system, and after two operations and a lot of worry I am promised no more. A huge relief, and a mixed experience, although on the whole the care was very prompt and very good.

There was a nightmare hiatus when I had one of the wounds checked at my local Health Centre and the nurse said she would like a doctor to look at it. Well, OK - but the doctor was very young and inexperienced, and took one look and panicked and said it had to be seen by a surgeon. Cue a seven hour wait to see one at the local hospital, during which ordeal I was signed in to a surgical ward 3 times by 3 different educationally challenged nurses, before being told that all I needed was an antibiotic "which we don`t have". A search round the wards didn`t turn up any either. Another journey the next day to get it.

It was obvious that if I had to go in for another bigger operation the dogs would have to be farmed out to poor unsuspecting people who didn`t deserve it. I arranged it, and the Great Wash began. The old ladies were in an advanced state of shock. They wandered about warily, looking at each other.

"You look different. You smell different. Did she get you too?"

Alas, at their age, an unexpected bath usually means a visit to the vet, with the promise of needles, and thermometers stuck where no glass tube should ever go. They were an unhappy clean bunch.

I had Tamara literally poised over the hot soapy water when the phone rang, and I was told that no further op would be necessary. As an act of celebration I let her off. She ran out and the others glared at her. How had she escaped?

Meanwhile Angel puppy has achieved her aim - she has seen off her brothers, who have gone to their new homes. She is very satisfied and smug. And at training class she does everything really well, with a great bias towards cute overload. and a huge appetite for chicken.....

If only she would not insist on throwing up all the chicken on the way home, it would all be perfect....
Fingers crossed for good health from now on, both for yourself and the band of heroes (and heroines). It is a pity that we have to endure winter weather to come, but for your sake I hope the weather god is kind and doesn't send an overload like last year. Good luck with showing the new pup. When is the "coming out" show?
I hope that you are feeling better. No more visits to NHS!
Did Maximus the Wind Breaker new owner show up wearing a gas mask? Angel must be very proud when she realized that she had her Mom all to herself.
I gave my dogs a bath recently. The mini dachshund just looked unfortunate. Lee Roy, the Papillon looked like a sad unloved skinny guy with big ears when wet. After I finished blow drying him, Lee Roy looked like he has a coat explosion. Soft, fluffy, and about twice his pre-bath size. Wilbur the dachshund spent a lot of time hiding from the blow dryer.
I am glad you are feeling better.
Maximus went to a Papillon owning home, where he really took to the husband - so he was the one to discover the terrible secret. He says he can live with it.....

Most of the old ladies have mnanged to disguise the effect of the bath with a good dose of garden dirt already!

My puppy Angel will, with the aid of a lot of chicken, appear at shows some time in the new year.
I hope that Angel learns to "keep her chicken" before she enters the show ring. Otherwise, traveling sounds like a very messy prospect. I am happy you are feeling better. Has the bite from Truly finally healed?
The Truly bite has healed, but left a scar.

Poor Angel! She is the world`s worst traveller. I just have to hope she will grow out of it...
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