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Uh oh, da mumma said ears
The Curmudgeon ran out of jelly beans the other day. I need to go get more, not so much for him as for the dogs. Yes, they each get a half of ONE every couple of days or so when his candy dish has some in it. Gavin and Patty will often try to get him to eat some so they can have theirs. Funny to watch two dogs sit in front of the stereo cabinet and stare at the glass candy dish on top of it.
I’ve been working on getting Gavin and Patty’s ears clean this week. Gavin will not let you work on his floppy ear at all. Therefore he gets drops in that ear. Once Patty sees me grab one of the ear cleansing cloths from the container or sees me pick up the drops, she’s gone into hiding.
Today was no different. I called Gavin into the kitchen to clean his ears and Patty disappeared. Someone had shut her crate door, so she dove into the back of Gavin’s crate. He was not amused later when he started to go into his crate only to find her there.
Daddy, you haz candy?
Little of this a little of that…
Nothing like dentist appointment to finish off your day. Now my teeth are clean and I don’t go back there until October.
Gavin has developed a pressure sore on the one rear ankle. He’s always rumpling his cushy bedding into one corner for his head and sleeping on the bare crate. All I can do is soak the entire foot in hot water and Providine, dry it, and put on a triple antibiotic ointment.
Patty is feeling good and is playful again these days. We can only hope that continues.
The Curmudgeon is still not doing great. We’re hoping he has some improvement, this weakness he’s having is for the birds as far as he’s concerned.
You all have a good one.
Come on brudder! I get you!
Swamp monsters and frustration
The Curmudgeon is still having problems getting around. He usually takes the dogs out and feeds them in the morning, he’s having trouble doing that. He’s doing less and less. It is frustrating for both of us. It’s difficult for me because I do need to get some sleep sometime and mornings are when I usually get my sleep.
There’s no help in sight. The MS Society scooted off as soon as they figured they’d done their token bit of help. Two safety bars, a seat for the bath, a lame counselor for me to talk to (because they were afraid I was crazy) to me it felt like talking to our old prying, nosy neighbor, and then there were their empty promises of help to get the house in order so I can keep up with it. I haven’t been able to catch up with the dirt since the heart attack–that’s over two years ago.
With two days of rain, the pups have ceased being cooperative. They don’t want to go out in the rain and mud any more than we do. I swear as revenge for making them go out in the rain, they purposely seek out the muddiest areas of the yard to traipse through. My kitchen floor my never be clean again. Little swamp monsters!
Who us? We is innocent!
Spring?
Welcome to swamp. Yes, as usual, we are now in Spring swamp mode. It drizzled all day and then by nightfall it began to pour. The dogs do not want to go out, they think they are made of sugar and they’ll melt.
Even though we’re supposed to have a couple of days of nice weather, directly behind that is another taste of winter. Boo.
I hope you all had a good day!
Lovely day here yesterday. Plenty of sunshine to warm us and melt more snow. We can see a lot more of the yard now. The most delightful thing of all was hearing the birds rejoicing in the day.
The dogs pranced about like puppies, and I’m sure they read the clocks. Exactly at five, Gavin began to scold me for his dinner. I was hoping to have an hour’s reprieve. Nope. He never let up until I walked to the kitchen and picked up their food dishes. These dogs are such a hoot.
Someone is feeling better.
Always the Daddy’s girl.
Patty is much improved from Sunday night. There have been no more let’s scare Mom and Dad incidents. She has taken advantage as is typical of a bull terrier. She’s been back in Daddy’s chair, a practice we stopped after the second chair had to go back to the store. Not from her, but from the poor workmanship. (Lazy Boy chairs are not what they used to be, their quality is way down.) Chair number 3 has its problems too but we’re sick of having to call them about the chairs. Next one, we buy elsewhere, and a different brand.
You done with that bone yet?
Tea Tree oil warning. Again.
I have commented on the dangers of Tea Tree oil before, and here we go again. I spent the day yesterday watching The Curmudgeon struggle to walk. Why? Because the day before, he went to get his hair cut, and the gal that did it, did not warn him, did not ask him if it was okay to use, instead she just began to shampoo his head with a shampoo containing Tea Tree oil.
Had he not noticed the scent and asked if Tea Tree oil was in the shampoo it could’ve been worse. He yelled, “get it off, get it off, I have a bad reaction to it!” She washed his hair twice with another shampoo but even then it was not enough. When he woke yesterday he was barely able to walk.
Tea Tree oil can cause severe reactions in people (and pets) and should never be used without asking if the person (or pet) has ever had a reaction to it. The Curmudgeon’s MS is deeply affected by Tea Tree oil.
Years ago, one of our dogs had a severe reaction to it too. We were told to put it on an inter-digital cyst and when we did his foot swelled to football size. Thank goodness for Benedryl and a good vet.
Please, use it with caution!!!! The damned stuff needs a warning label and shouldn’t be put willy-nilly into everything.
They have a box full of them
Isn’t he done yet? I want it.
They have a box full of Nylabones of all shapes and sizes suited to them and natural bones too. However, one always wants the one the other one has. If she isn’t outright stealing the bone from his mouth, she’s looking pitiful. He, on the other hand will wait patiently for her to get tired of the bone and then snatch it from where she’s dropped it. They are a hoot.
You all have a good one!
Sneaking this in, hoping Mother Nature doesn’t take notice
We got off lucky on Sunday with only a dusting of snow. (Saying that very quietly.) When it was snowing hard and, thankfully, not sticking much, I took the dogs out. Never have I seen such a disgusted look on two dogs.
It’s true, not only are the people going crazy this winter but the pets are too. I’m hoping that today’s forecast of snow also hits the skids as yesterday’s did. We still have feet of the white stuff in the yard which has turned into hard, icy, pad cutting snow. We need it to thaw and go away.
I so crave green plants, warm sun, and flowers. You all have a good one!
Yay, Terrier group!
I may miss one or two of the groups but NEVER the terrier group. Nice to see a couple of familiar faces in there too.
Hats off to Mary Remer and Margery Goode. Good to see you out there Ladies.
Terriers, the clowns of the dog world. Got to love them!
Congrats to Sky the wire fox terrier on the win.
Me with Joey our second Bull Terrier.
Another Westminster…
I watched the first four groups last night. I don’t get fired up until the second night and the Terrier group though.
You better believe I will be cheering the Bull Terriers on again this year. I’d always wanted to be there if only to show in the breed. Malcolm would’ve loved it, but Gavin, not so much. He hates shows, crowds of people, and noise.
Malcolm, Veteran’s class, judge David Merriam, Devon PA
Malcolm, Veteran’s class…
Gavin, his third show …all he wanted to do was get the hell out of there…one of the few times his ear stayed up.
Nail trimmin…oh no, he’s off!
“Get back here!” I make a grab for the fat, white butt as it leaps from the couch. The white dog rounds the coffee table and dashes past me with a you-can’t-catch-me grin on his face.
“Oh, no you don’t.”
A stifled giggle comes from the direction of The Curmudgeon’s chair.
“You’re not helping. I no sooner picked up the Dremel and he was rocketing off into new realms.”
Gavin dances to just within grasp and bolts out of the room. Again.
The brown dog is hiding in her crate. She thinks she’s next.
“Patty, your nails are fine. You are safe.” I walk to the kitchen.
Gavin jigs past me. He’s enjoying the game.
“Ignoring you, naughty boy.” I go back to the couch and pick up my Kindle. I’ll try again tomorrow.
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