Tomorrow night will be one year that I lost Emma...followed by Baby's anniversary just 2 weeks after. Feeling a bit mixed as I miss these two so much. Thanks for the wonderful memory today facebook as I know tomorrow's will start bringing the tears...
My sling still hadn't arrived, so we went to this Lichfield place without it. So I had to walk. But Mum carried me for a bit and Dad did too, and we had some nice sit downs, and I met a little girl. So it was OK.
Lichfield is a town. With a river and a bridge and another cathedral (yawn) and a muesum place to dictionaries, and a burger place and a cafe that had a sunny garden. Dad had lots of sausages, and we didn't get ANY cos it was all gluteny, and Mum wouldn't let us!
This is the cathedral bit.
This is the side door. There were workmen doing stuff so we couldn't have a proper sniff.
This is the cathedral b*th. Human's are obsessed with b*ths.
There was a big exhibshun thing too. To do with WWI and Tolkein was here, and there were statues and stuff. Mum read it ALL and we had to wait for ages.
This is the Tolkein bit, where he met up with his friends and it was the idea of the Fellowship
And then Mum took pics of boring stuff like floors and ceilings. I fell asleep.
But then we went and sat on a bench while Dad did his Looking Around.
There were some really screamy school children, so I was very glad when we sat with Mum away from them.
It was a lovely snuggle right up until Mum had a thunk and decided to do some pics, so show all the carving stuff, and she has to walk a longlonglonglonglong way away to pic, and it was very stressful. Tara whined, and I just sat there. And LOOKED. You have to keep LOOKING. cos if you stop LOOKING then Mum might not come back!
Mum said she was sorry, afterwards. On account of me howling in my sleep that night. But it was OK cos she DID come back. I just wish that Mum and Dad would stop doing their dangerous Wandering Off.
These are the pics Mum took. They aren't worth it, are they? See how far away she went!!!
This is me on Mum's lap, keeping an eye on those school kids, in case they came and screechified at us!
Then we went and looked at ducks and had a rest and lunch and stuff. Mum forgot to take pics at lunch, on account of her being nearly as ravenous as me and Tara.
Haven't been active in recent months in the forum and I've missed the forum. I'm sure so much has happened with everyone's lives. I didn't notice until recently that I haven't been receiving updates from the forum in my email so I'd have to check that out later and catch up on everyone's posts.
Anyway, hope our Chatter family is doing well - two-legged and four-legged ones alike. As for us, we have had some deaths (like four) in my and my husband's family recently and are now getting out of the fog, so to speak, getting used to the new normal. The most that affected us was the loss of my MIL since we lived together. Monkey has been our angel through this, giving us something to focus on, to break the ice and the awkwardness. He cheers us up with is normalness. It would have been harder without him here. We are very grateful for his presence in our lives.
There was something interesting that happened during my MIL's passing that I wanted to share and maybe you guys could share your thoughts on this as well. As per our customs, before we bury our dead, we hold a wake for a few days which allows other relatives and friends to pay their respects. Well, my MIL's wake was held in our house (it can also be sometimes held in a funeral chapel) as per her wishes. I've read stories about dogs being aware of their human's passing and wondered if there were really some truth to it. Monkey wasnt particularly close to her when she was alive so I have no idea how he would react.
I usually stay up from 1am till morning, Monkey was always leashed to either my husband or I because there were people all over the place and he's not good with strangers. One of those nights, I let him off leash and observed him as he walked up to the coffin and sniffed around. He didn't mind the flower arrangements and went sniffing around the coffin. It's diffrent from his usual curiousity because normally, something unfamiliar, he's sort of cautious, slinking closer until he deternines it's harmless... then he'll most likely pee on it (to show dominance? ha ha) He didn't do any of that. I let him sniff all he wanted, going around the underside of the coffin. Standing on his hind legs, he could only sniff the bottom half though. After that , even if I let him off leash again, he never showed the same interest as he did that one time. he never approached it again. It could just be reading too much into this but I'd like to think that he's said his goodbyes and that he's aware of her not being with us anymore.
Anyway, I apologize if this creeps you out. Honestly, I'm not too good with these things. It's just that, I guess it's different if it's family.
So the next day we couldn't go for a long exciting fun scamper, on account of Cato's boring wimpy back needing a rest. Booooorrrrrriiiiiinnnnnngggggg!!!
But we did go for a Mixed Grill which woz nearly as exciting. And there were chickens too!!!
This was Mum's Mixed Grill.
There was gammon and lamb steak and beef steak and lambs liver and sausages and black pudding and gammon and yucky tomato and mushrooms and peeez and an eggy. Mum saved me a bit of everything except the stinky peeez and mushyrooms and tommytoe. It woz DELISH!!!
I ate my bits outside and there were horses and chickens hiding in the bushes behind the pub!!! It would have been fab only Dad was a spoilsport and wouldn't let us Hunt.
Did you see the bitey sign? It tells everyone that I would bite those horsey things, if I could get through the fence. I would!
You can't see the chickens, but they were there - and I nearly got one!!!
Mum says I have to finish our holiday bloggings so that I can tell you the exciting new stuff. Like the bird feeder and my new bone.
So here is more stuff about hot stinky Chester.
Mum and Dad did all the boring Cathedral stuff, and then wanted to go off walking round the town. :( But it was too hot and tiring for me. And we had already walked for AGES. So I sat down. And Dad said he would carry me. And Mum said NO. And I stayed sitting. And in the end Dad picked me up when Mum wasn't looking, and anyway they had to carry me down the steps, didn't they?
This is Chester town. It is weird. Even Mum and Dad agree with me that it is weird. All the shops are two tall. There are proper shops on the ground. And then more shops on top of them, with weird old walkways and steps and Mum says that means Double the Shops. And Dad says that means Double the Cost. And I say that means Double the walking when my back hurts! So I got carried.
Dad needed a snack to give him the strength to carry me, he said. So we stopped here
and we all had some buckwheat crepes wot are really thin pancakes. I just had the filling. Mum had egg and smoked salmon, and Dad had toffee and custard and banana. Tara wanted it all.
See the shops on top of shops? Mum wants to come back and explore PROPERLY another time.
Then Mum carried me for a bit, including through a shopping centre that American Aunties call a mall (Mum says), and I was really tired, and Mum decided that I needed to go on a diet cos I am a huge heavy heffalump and we need to get me a carry sling. I don't know about that. I like being carried.
It was a very long way back to the train, and then it was a long sleepy train journey. I fell asleep cos Mum would wake me up when we got there.
This is an old bit of an old station.
Tara got all silly when Dad went off to lift his leg, and made a fuss when he got back
and we went in lots of lifts (elevators, says Mum), up and down and up and down, cos of all the steps. I prefer to be carried up and down stairs than have to walk into lifts with lots of people and luggage, but Mum and Dad were being funny about carrying me, so lifts it was.
Don't look at my tail.
When we got home to our holiday den, me and Tara had a good sleep, but Mum did her computer stuff and ordered me a Sling. I don't know how I feel about being in a Sling. I think I prefer being in Mum's arms. Or Dad's. Slings don't sound very nice, do they?
Mum says she will post a pic so you can see.
Goodness, it was a hard decision!
We couldn't go for a stroller, because we do a lot of off road walking
And it needed to be something that left both hands free, and fitted either Dad or myself.
I ended up buying two, on Amazon Prime, and asking to have them delivered to the holiday cottage, so that we could try them out during the holiday.
This was the first one.
And the second.
When they arrived, we discovered that the first one was HOPELESS. Cato either had to sit facing backwards, or I had to cut a new hole for his head at the other side!
But the second one is just about perfect. Tucked right up and comfy at the waist. And while I don't think he LIKES it, it is much better than having to WALK. Haha.
I did get concerned about overheating, especially up against us big humans, but the top is made from mesh, so there is as much ventilation as possible, and we don't carry him in it for long at a time. There is also storage for keys, a poo bag and a bottle of water. Oh and treats. Mustn't forget the treats!
I’s in trouble Aunties... I killed a worm an rolled All in it! I wanted it for breakfast... mommys Mad an she won’t let me Eat it...?
She says I gotta have the B*** word.... NO mommy No B***...Please ?
OK mommy we can use this dry shampoo so we’s All can go have breakfast...
He he Aunties, Just let me Out there Again an I’ll get me Another worm an Eat it This time!!! Yup I Will! ?
Uh oh.... Daddy says i’m On ‘house arrest’ Aunties.... that ain’t Fair is it Aunties???! ??
Its Just what she Deserves Aunties... she needs to be more like Me a prissy girl!! I’s gonna have a Grand day cuz i’s a Good girl! ??❤️
Hallo Aunties and Esme
Now you are all back, I can tell you about our holiday day to somewhere called Chester, which is an oldoldold town, with a big stinky train that went from our holiday den right up to Chester.
Chester is hot and big and hard on the paws. But it was OK cos Mum and Dad carried me some of the way, and we could sit in the garden while Mum went inside the Cathedral and took pictures of boring stuff for you.
This is the train bit. It was a bit dirty and stinky. Mum says I should be glad we went by train and not by car, cos it would have been awful spending more time trapped in the car. I suppose she is right, but trains are very noisy and I had to sit on Mum's lap all the way.
Don't look at my tail.
Mum let us stand in the corner and watch all the humans rushing about. That was OK but it wasn't nice when Dad went off to do ticket stuff and buy drinks. That was worrying. Sometimes he was out of sight!
This is Chester. Mum says it was builded by Romans. I've never met a Roman. I had a good sniff, but I couldn't find any.
We did lots of walking and sniffing to find our lunch. In a pub. It was burgers and sausages. Posh sausages. And then to find the Cathedral place. Dad carried me up these steps. There were lots of them. And they were very old and propping the wall up.
but then I had to walk again to this street which is by the Cathedral. It wasn't really this dark. It only looks dark cos of Mum messing up the pic.
Me and Mum and Tara went and sat in this garden place while Dad went round the Cathedral. I fell asleep.
This was our old bench. Tara jumped up, and I had to be lifted up.
Don't look at my tail.
This is if we looked up and along from our bench
So then Dad came out, and Mum went in and left us, and Dad gave us a nice drink of water while Mum did boring stuff about Mysteries.
Thank you Cato, I will take over for a bit. Because there is complicated stuff to explain.
Have you ever heard of the Mystery Plays? Fascinating stuff! https://chestermysteryplays.com/
They are ancient religious plays that have been acted by local people since Mediaeval times, and still going strong! Of course, we turned up to see the Cathedral a few days before this year's event began, which meant that part of the nave of the cathedral was closed off while they built the stage and lighting. But it was still a stunning cathedral, and I was able to wander about in three quarters off it. Cathedrals are always built in the local stone, and depending on what that stone is, the carving can either be beautifully preserved, or rather weathered and old looking. The Chester stone is really hard, so the details of the carving is still very crisp, and the whole place, from the painted ceilings to the mediaeval tiles are more intricate than I have seen anywhere else. Incredibly beautiful.
This is the nave, with the partially built stage
and look at these stunning mosaics. there must have been 10 panels!
I loved this old clock. Hope you can read the poem. Let me know if you can't, and I will type it out.
There was both old and new, with sculptures as well
The plaque (above) is describing the small brightly lit statue (below)
This is what I meant when I said how intricate everything was - and so well preserved and looked after. It was a really living Cathedral.
This ceiling was astonishing. Imagine having to build scaffolding up hundreds of feet, and then paint it all so perfectly? With all that gold leaf, too
and this carving is over the choir as they sat between hymns.
This is a leggo model of the cathedral, showing the whole layout. Visitors can buy a Leggo brick for £1 if they like, and the model grows one brick at a time.
More areas that I couldn't explore
And this is the biggest heater/radiator I have ever seen. It was about 8 feet tall.
And finally, this is the cloister, with a garden in the middle, and 4 corridors around the garden, and stained glass windows all the way around. So beautiful.
Then I went out through the gift shop to find Dad and the pups again. Dad was nearly asleep, but Cato had woken up and was On Watch, while Tara hunted beetles.
Hello Aunties. Sorry I haven't been blogging much. It is cos of my tail. It isn't right. It is like a puppy tail. And I am not a puppy, am I? I am an Important Person in the Pack. A Scout and a Hunter, and I shouldn't have a puppy tail. I am second in charge after Mum, and above Tara. But I have a silly little puppy tail at the moment. It is very sad and it gets me down a bit.
That and the horrible harness.
So Mum and Dad decided to take me on holiday to see if they could cheer me up. Tara came too. Only she NEVER needs cheering up.
It was a longlonglong way in the car. And it was hothothot. But when we got there, it was all nice and lovely and sniffy, with a big garden and everything. Mum took some pictures so we could show you. But you need to look at this link thing first, cos that shows you stuff like Tara's spiral staircase. I didn't like it. Mum carried me up and down, which was good. But Tara just liked gallumphing up and down it all the time.
Mum says you have to see the posh taps in the bathroom too
and this is the rest of the bathroom. Mum likes bathrooms a lot. She spends ages in there having b***s and getting wet.
and the weird tree trunk growing in the bedrooms
and this was the Big Bed that wasn't big enough, cos it wasn't for a king. Or something.
This is the view I got when I was sitting on the bed in the mornings. It looks lovely and sniffy, doesn't it? See the big yellow field at the back? That is where Mr Hare lives. He dances around in it every morning. Mum says she hasn't evereverever seen a hare before. But we saw a hare every morning, when we were sitting on that bed.
It is going to be in a holiday den with a whole field for me to sniff and widdle in. And a spiral staircase for me to Bounce up and down. We are going to Do Stuff every day. Old sniffy pubs and churches and footpaths and stuff. Sausages and steak! Every day! And scrambled eggs! Dad says there is a Marmoset Sanctuary Place!
It is a longlonglong way away. So Mum and Dad are going to drive me there. And we are going mountaining and adventuring and exploring. It is so far away that we are going to have a walk half way! And we are taking my bed and my snuggle blanket and my chews and toys. And my brush. I don’t mind if we don’t take my knicker brush, but I like my big brush.
it is very exciting!
Cato is coming too, so I hope he doesn’t wimp out too much.
just one more sleep. Wheeeeeeeeeee!
AuntieCrystal! Mum says you are back! And I wanted to say how much I lo -
No! Me first!!! Me First!!! I missed you lotsandlotsandlots more than Cato did! So I go fir -
No you didn't! And you made my back hurt! So I get to tell AuntieCrystal about my l back pain and my harness horror and my special trip to see MrsPawChiro. That is more important than you going first and wittering about your hair bows or something!
Ooooh! That is horribubble Cato! Wot about my OPERATION where I got cut open and now I am all scarred and bald, and my hair bows and piggies are All Gone for AgesandAgesandAges! It should be ME FIRST! Anyway I love AuntieCrystal more than you!
No you don't! I love her more than you do! On account of me being older. So of course I love her more!
OK, that is enough from both of you! AuntieCrystal can come and visit your blogging whenever she likes. She can look back and read all about your back pain and your operations and your treats and adventures whenever she likes! And you cannot compete for how much you love someone! That is just silly. We ALL love Crystal, and we ALL love that she is back with us. (Although I doubt if ANYONE loves her as much as Pip and Abby do!)
It was Dad's Birthday ages ago, but he wanted to go to this pub for his Special Birthday Lunch. So we did. We had to wait til today on account of his Work Stuff and Mum's Work Stuff. It is very complicated.
Anyway, this is me saying Happy Birthday to Dad in the pub. Mum says it is a bit out of focus, and she is sorry. But the other pic was worser.
And this is our new car in the pub carpark. The red one.
Mum went all silly and sad when she saw the gold car. Cos our old car was EGGSACCERLY the same. So Mum had to take a pic of Old Car and New Car side by side.
There were these Murials too, wot someone had painted on the pub car park wall. They were nice.
Mum and Dad want to go back there.
Both Mum and Dad were off Work Stuffing today! So we did a Pack Walk! I LOVE Pack Walks! It woz ACE!!!
We went to a sniffy place called Thornton Abbey where Henry VIII visited and decided stuff. Whether it got knocked down, or not. It didn't get knocked down. Mum says. But then someone else knocked it down later.
And I mountained and explored. Even Cato enjoyed it.
We had to be carried through the Cow Field to get there. The ticket lady said the cows had baby cows and packs of huge great hunting paws were not allowed cos they would frighten the Cow Mums and stress the Cow Babies. So I let Dad carry me for ages. I only whined a bit. On account of me being a fantabulous Cow Hunter. They must have been REALLY scared of me!
These are pics of me mountaining and exploring on the Abbey.
This is the base of a big pillar thing that used to be here. It is very low. Not worth climbing at all!
Haha! Cato was wading through the long grass, cos his legs are so short!
This is me with my Dad.
There were big fat sheepies too, but I wasn't allowed to Hunt them, either.
This is me on a wall
And here are some boring pics about something called The Chapter House
And this is the farm over the fence.
Look! Some step-mountains for me to climb! Cato even followed me.
See? Cato can do steps when he wants! I don't use steps much. I prefer to climb down precipitous cliff faces.
Cato says this is a good spot for a Mole Hunt. If Karel would like to come with us next time!
This mole is silly. It has got inside these stone walls and now it is digging in circles and can't get out. Haha!
I wanted to explore down here, but Mum said no. Something about deep holes and getting stuck. I wouldn't have got stuck! I would have let Cato go first so if he got stuck I would have gone a different way. I am clever like that!
This is me on the Cloister wall mountain. With my Dad.
Me on the other wall.
Me lying down on the other wall.
This is a tunnel place where people used to sit. Mum found an birds nest in there. No birds. Or I would have Hunted them!
We played Truffle Hound while Mum and Dad has sit down time
And then we went back to the big humungous Gatehouse bit.
Cato was tired by then on account of being a short-arse and having to hop about in the long grass. But he didn't whinge about his back AT ALL. I don't think there is anything wrong with him. He only goes all wimpy when he doesn't want to do something. He liked hopping round the Abbey, so he did. I think he just needs to be Bounced on properly, so that he understands how much fun it is. He would feel better then!
You can see from these the relative positions of tail and lead, and how because his back is shorter, I need to move the D ring forward a bit.
Also, the tail trim... ? I wouldn't mind, but the tail can't really be cut any shorter, and it is STILL touching the leash and making him flinch and look over his shoulder!
This last shot shows it best, I think.
They are both wearing the XXS top piece (that is the purple or red section of the harness). Then he has a bigger chest piece because of the depth of his chest, and her straps are let out more, because she is generally longer/ bigger. You can see how his harness is slightly off centre, due to the fact the D ring is lower on his back. I think that will happen less when I have moved its postion.
She has a gap of 8-9 inches between the D ring on her back and the base of the tail, while he only has a gap of 6 inches or less.
Oh, and every time I look at that massacred tail I itch to tidy it up with the scissors. I will tidy it up, honest!
It was a dull day, but here are a few pics showing how lovely and fat my clematis buds are, and how fab my strawberries are looking!
Also, the poppies are still flourishing. They are a true salmon pink, although they look less salmon here.
The iris again
Aunties, I hate it! It is horribubble! First I have to wear my harness, and I don't like it much. OK it is lovely red and I look cute, but ever since that horribubble harness arrived I have to do lots of walks without Cato, and I don't like that. I just trot along without sniffing and it is all boring. Dad asked me to go with him for a sausage place breakfast yesterday, but I just looked at him and then put my head down. Dad was sorry, and then he left without me. It would all be OK if that harness disappeared. Walks were better before.
Then even if I DO go for a walk without Cato, when we get home I am not allowed to Bounce. Cato is there, and I am happy to see him, and I go rushing up to Bounce on him and roll him over and stand on his back, and Mum and Dad both go 'TARA!!!!!!' and I have to stop. It is awful. I hate it. I am not allowed to do ANY fun stuff. Nowadays I only get to bounce on him round the corner down the side alley where Mum and Dad can't see, but Cato doesn't come round there with me when I ask him. S'not fair!!! They kjeep shouting at me, or putting me on the lead in the house. It is awful and sad and I don't know wot to do.
Hello Aunties. It is all different now, and I don't like it. I hate my harness. Yesterday morning Dad got the harnesses and said 'Come on Chaps!' and I stayed in my bed! I didn't want to go! Ever since my back hurt things haven't been the same. Tara doesn't bounce on me so much, so I don't have to yap at her to tell her off. I like that. But she still WANTS to bounce, and that means I have to keep watching for her. Sometimes she stands at one end of the kitchen and braces to Bounce, so I have to sit at the far end, on the doormat and wait for Mum to notice. Otherwise Tara will ChargeAndBounce, and that can be very hurty. She also wants to stand on me while I am playing Tug'o'War with Mum. And Mum won't let her. And she won't stop. So I don't get to play Tug'o'War.
I like Tug'o'War.
Sometimes Tara goes sniffing down the side passage. I want to go sniffing there too. But I can't. I have to wait until she isn't around, or she just Bounces on me.
I don't think harnesses are a good idea. I think Mum should make them go away. They fit very close, and I can't control Mum as well when I want a sniff. Though if I pull back hard enough, the harness gets a bit twizzly, and then Mum has to fuss me and sort it out. I like that. But I don't like harnesses, and a walk has to be very sniffy and interesting for me to put my tail up wearing a harness.
Can you tell Mum that we need to go back to leads? Please.
If we didn't have harnesses, I could walk more, couldn't I?
Things were better before the harnesses.
As you can see, it is fun here at the moment.
Both mutts REFUSED a walk yesterday morning. Tara has NEVER refused a walk before. Cato has only refused 3 I think, every time when he has been ill or in pain.
This upset all of us, especially Dad who treasures his morning walk to the cafe.
Dad is also concerned about his Cato Rabbit-Lifting-Technique and his Moving-Cato-On/Off-Lap technique. Also his Carrying-Upstairs and Into/Outof-Car-Lifts.
As for me... I see a miserable confused Tara (she lives to Bounce), and a miserable depressed Cato (he lives to sniff and explore).
The twice we have taken Cato out without the harness, he has been back to his positive, engaged, sniffy self. The moment we put that harness on, he sits down and doesn't want to step outside the door. I have checked the fit several times. No tightness or rubbing. He just doesn't like it. And once he has decided that he doesn't like something (stairs, stinky fish eggs, walking over drain covers...) then I have never known him to change his mind.
I do have one last trick to try though. Next time we go out on a really great sniffy walk (like Foxy Park) I will take him out to the car on the lead, then put the harness on as we start the walk. He may be so distracted by the fun walk that he doesn't kick up about the harness. Fingers crossed.
I have had to re-arrange his second animal chiropractor appointment. We are away for a week later in the month (holiday, South Peak District self catering dog friendly cottage). So the appt is now for when we get back. It is going to be an interesting holiday, trying to limit Cato so we don't push him too far (chiro lady said no more than a mile a day!), while keeping Tara worn out and also seeing local sites and enjoying ourselves...
The whole Pack feels off balance and uncomfortable at the moment.
Mum just gave us stinky black fish egg stuff.
I didn't like it.
Tara didn't like it either.
It was sniffy and fishy and bobbley. And Mum said we could only have teensy little bits, on account of it being very posh and Russian and shiny and stinky. She said it was something called Lumpfish Caviar wot she found in a corner of the Human Food Shop, and since she had never ever ever ever tasted Caviar Stuff before, she got some.
She needn't have bothered.
Dad didn't like it AT ALL, which is why we got some.
I think that Mum is only pretending to like it.
This clematis has been sickly for a couple of years, but it looks like it is recovering!
This is the first oriental poppy flower this year
lots of buds still to come!
Beautiful fern fronds
the baby palm tree
Another clematis bud all fat and ready to pop
The bearded irises are just coming out. The clump will need splitting this year.
and Sidney's catmint. RIP. Just coming into bloom
Because Cato is so wimpy now, I have to walk all by myself.
I mean, Mum or Dad come too, sometimes, but it isn't the same as walking in a proper pack, with Cato. He is good at finding sniffy stuff and showing it to me. And he widdles which is proper Pack stuff. When I go out with just Dad he wants to walk too fast. And when I go out with just Mum, she says I have to behave. And there are lots of big dogs around who wouldn't mess with our proper Pack and Cato, but they might mess with me when I am by myself.
Walking alone isn't much fun!
These are some piccses of when I went out alone. Mum came with me. I am wearing my new red harness. But I don't have any red piggies yet. Piggies grow very slowly, don't they, Aunties?
We went to Waggy Tails, cos Mum was feeling guilty about making me go out ALONE, and she thought that scrambled egg might cheer me up. It did a bit. But I would have been more cheered up if there had been MORE egg, and if I could have sat on Mum's lap. Or been with Cato.
I had a pink towel bed cos Cato wouldn't have sat on it, would he? On account of him being a boy.
This is the wall pic thing.
And this is Mum's sniffy tea.
It was nice to come home and sleep properly with Cato.
We had to go and get me a harness. It is red and special, and the nice Harness Lady spent ages getting it to fit me so I look extra special and lovely. I chose RED. Cato wanted boring brown. But the Harness Lady didn't have any brown. Haha! So he has PURPLE instead. I like the PURPLE too. I could wear red one day and purple the next, couldn't I? Cos the Purple would look much better on me than it does on Cato.
We have to have harnesses now on account of Cato being a wimp and me getting shouted out every time I go near him. S'not fair! I never get to bounce any more.
Mum says you can see nice piccses of me in my harness next time. But she is very busy learning us how to wear our harnesses and stuff, so no time for pics.
I look fab in mine.
We had to go for ages in the car. I fell asleep. And then we were there, and the nice Harness Lady sat on the floor with us and fiddled and stroked and tweaked and took it on and off and on and off and changed bits and stuff. It was a bit boring, and it makes snappy clippy noises that I don't like. But she had nice treats. Little tiny dried fish. And some gluten fee biscuits. And there were different water bowls. I liked the low one. And we came away with some Venison food and and some Duck food too. So that was OK. Tara wants my purple harness. She can have it if she likes. I don't really like harnesses. They are very complicated, even when there is a Mrs Harness Lady to make sure they are a perfick fit.
The lead clips to the middle of my back. Which is OK. But when I am pulling to sniff at something it gets a bit wonky over my shoulders. I don't like that.
And when we are walking and I am scouting in front, the lead gets in the way of my tail. I keep looking round at it, cos I don't like it.
Mum says that my Purple harness and my orange pendant are striking. But we can go back to having Mum on my nice brown leather lead if she likes. I wouldn't mind!
Lacey is 4 today. It’s a bitter sweet day. I love my little girl to pieces, but it breaks my heart my little man isn’t here with us...
Happy 4th Birthday my sweet little girl. We love you to the moon and back.
Lacey had cookies this year instead of a cake.
Well, today has been a revelation!
We had our Chiropractic Appt this evening, then the whole Pack repaired to a nearby pub to discuss the outcome, before the long (60 mile) drive home...
Firstly, the Chiropractor (who is lovely, gentle, and obviously loves dogs) diagnosed Cato has hypermobile joints (stance, flexibility and overextension of joints). Interestingly, I have hypermobile joints too. So I know EXACTLY what it is like, the management, and the ongoing problems that arrive with time and age.
She took a very thorough case history, and a very detailed examination, and was fascinated to get the chance to compare him with Little Miss Bounce’s conformation and muscle tone, and joint flexibility. Then she spent about 25 minutes massaging and tweaking, and doing the percussive McTimony manipulations, while she worked on his issues.
You ready for this? She adjusted/corrected the following:
- occipital bone (v slight displacement)
- something in his shoulder/left side of neck
- slight kink in spine at lumbar vertebrae (this was causing the recent agony, probably caused by Tara standing/bouncing on him)
- two minor pelvic adjustments, one at sacro illeac joint, and one in same place as previous injury
- a tiny muscle tension kink halfway down his tail
- something similar at the base of his tail
- a slightly sticking out rib on one side (which has ALWAYS been there! But now lies perfectly smooth)
- over extension of wrist and ankle joints
Basically, she said that with hypermobile joints, once one thing (probably pelvis) is knocked, then the effect richochets up and down the spine and legs in the form of muscle tension and weakness. Then any forther impact (slip, trip, fall or Bounce) risks knocking another joint. She said that she often encounters dogs where the original injury stems from when they were spayed or neutered. Unconscious, on their backs, strapped out on the operating table. Very likely this happened with Cato’s pelvis, especially with the hypermobile joints.
he will be sore for a day or two from today’s treatment.
I now feel like the Worst Paw Mum in the world! All those minor little kinks and displacements... All tiny little injuries that happened on MY WATCH that I didn’t know about, and that have been causing him anything from minor balance adjustments, to aches, to major pain... and also laying him open to more injury
i feel absolutely awful.
I asked for, and received, a very careful lesson in lifting him. Apparently, we need to pick him up like a rabbit. We must reach with one hand from the side, under his ribs, then slide the hand forward between his front legs. Once there, we lift until he is standing on his back legs. Then, second hand strokes down over his hips and between his legs. Then we lift, keeping his spine relaced and straight, and cuddle him securely.
Dad is now scared to lift him AT ALL.
We always thought we were lifting him carefully and correctly. But no. Not for his hypermobility. He needs a Rabbit Lift.
No more long walks. No more than a mile. Several days rest while he recovers from today’s treatment, then a gentle work up to his mile, with soft surfaces, where possible. He is going to go stir crazy with Sniff Deprivation!!!
She was delighted at his diet (raw) and his supplements (probiotics, fish oil and liquid formula for joints) but says we must switch to a harness to protect his spine. Recommended a 5 point adjustable harness, and advised getting it professionally fitted. May have to travel for this.
and we must somehow stop the Tara Bouncing, since if it continues, further injury is... kind of inevitable.
during our little walk to the pub after the appointment, I was fascinated watching him walk. Such a difference! New head angle. New leg swing. New stance. Each very slightly different, but adding up to a more easy gait. Even sore from the appointment I could see he was somehow more easy.
So, my friends, i can buy a harness, lift him and walk him exactly as prescribed, continue to give him the best possible diet, BUT HOW THE HECK DO I KEEP TARA FROM BOUNCING ON HIM???
We have been almost managing it for the last few days, and it is very difficult. To keep it up permanently... seems impossible.
She needs to Bounce so much that it sparks off her. The lack of Bouncing this week has built up a pressure of Bounce Steam that is due to explode any second. And she wants to Bounce on Cato. She loves him. She loves to play with him. It is her Joy. She expresses her love by Bouncing.
aunties, my back hurts. ?
it was a bit hurty before, and my ankles were a bit wobbly, and Mum was thinking that I should go see Mrs Vet (once Tara’s bobble was gone).
but then she got better after the op, and she Bounced on me. A lot. Mum tried to protect me, but she couldn’t stop all the Bouncing. Tara does big running up and down and leaping. And woowoowooo! And mugging and stuff. And my back hurts. Mum says she is veryveryvery sorry. MrsVet says my back is soresoresore and there is gooey stuff to go on my breakfast, to stop it hurting. That helps.
MrsVet told Mum I have to be lifted up and down, and no walkies, and i must lie with my back straight. And we will see wot happens when the inflamflamashun stuff goes away.
and we are going to see MrsPawChiropractor next week. Mum says she went to see MrsPC before, with Sidney, and MrsPC helped him and made his paw non-hurty.
So she will make my back non-hurty too. Mum says.
It was AWFUL Aunties. I didn't want to show you my piccses, but Mum said I had to be brave and show you, cos it will prove how brave I am, and heroic and stuff. And it will show you all how extra specially beautiful I am when my piggies grow again.
So this is me with Bed Head on Monday morning, before we went to see nice Mrs Groomer
And this is me after my Spa Day, with my piggies All Gone. Mum and I woz very sad. Dad said he didn't know who the strange paw was who had moved into our Den, and Cato just sniffed me and larffed.
This is my bobble wot my piggies used to cover. Mum and Dad said it had definitely grown in the last two weeks, so snipping it off was the bestest thing to do.
And this is me when I got back from the horrible stinky vets where they made me go to sleep and then banged me on the head.
The bandage on my arm had dinosaurs on it!
Mum says that my scar is Spectactulaaar! and a very impressive War Wound. It is a much better War Wound than Cato has got. And she says I should wear it with pride, cos I am a Brave Brave Paw. So I am showing you my pics so that you can see how brave I am too!