“WHAT`S THAT, BOY? TIMMY`S FALLEN DOWN THE WELL?”...
THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM…
Happy New Year
MAD AS A BOX OF FROGS
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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"
Thursday, January 24, 2013
|Dido`s Grand Canyon|
Last night the old ones went out for their last run. They came back quickly - and old Dido was wet and covered in mud. It wasn`t raining, and at sixteen she is not too adventurous. I was puzzled. Then a friend suggested the obvious.
"She fell in it."
The poor old girl had wandered up to the gate in the dark, as she does, only to find the equivalent of the Grand Canyon had suddenly opened up across her usual route. Fortunately she wasn`t hurt.
Meanwhile Sonja is a lot better. She is devouring Tesco Value Sausage Rolls. I wonder what is in them. Tesco beefburgers are one third horse, we have just discovered, but these are on an even lower nutritional level. Roadkill Rolls? Rat? Sonja doesn`t care, and chomps on .
As an invalid she feels entitled to the best bed, and doesn`t care how she gets it. She removes Shelby from the softest bed by simply standing and staring him down - he gets more and more uneasy and eventually runs away.
But last night she found little Marcus sound asleep in the best bed. She studied the problem. Clearly she concluded that he was a nonentity, and slowly climbed into the bed and sat on top of him. Poor Marcus, a small lad, awoke to find that the sky had fallen - on him. Sonja is a big girl. She settled her furry ample bulk on him, like a hen with chicks. Marcus had no desire to be hatched. Muffled squeaks and heaving, and at last he struggled out, looking distinctly flattened and very offended....after all Red Sonja is one of his romantic conquests.
But that was a long time ago.
Now he only represents a small inconvenient obstacle to sleep.
I suppose quite a few husbands are eventually demoted to that level.
Saturday, January 19, 2013
|Red Sonja, aka Red Sofa|
"More pills please!"
This didn`t clear, and so we had a visit to the vet. She had a going-to-vet bath. Alas, one of the effects of spaying a Papillon can be drastic coat texture change. When you wash the ample Sonja, the result looks like an explosion in a cotton wool factory.
I took this fluffy fat apparition to the surgery and after blood tests and 3 injections we came home with pills, which, to Sonja`s delight are administered in chicken liver pate. She gazes longingly at the pill bottles. And she is being tempted with cat food. The old girl (now fourteen) is living high these days.
Life is quiet for Belle and Cupcake, Sonja`s grandchildren. They should have been at a big show yesterday, but the weather said no, so they are all dressed up with nowhere to go.
They don`t care.
And after looking at the show results, neither do I.
Next stop Crufts.
Friday, January 04, 2013
No, not departed this life. She has been earmarked for a new home for some time. And at last I found one - a very charming elderly gentleman who had lost his Papillon in an accident and found, as many do, that he couldn`t live without one.
Well, Gracie was an instant hit, and all was settled. We left her being cuddled in her new owner`s arms, with a look on her face that I have seen on Papillon bitches before: "I see I have inherited a house and a servant. Well, it is no more than my due."
When we got home, Solitaire seemed a little bereft, but half of a fish supper soon reconciled her to the loss. And after all she still has Cupcake and Belle.
They have no plans to leave.