Dog smells
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♥May. 18th, 2018 // 11:26 pm♥
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Quite apart from his flatulence, which is considerable, Bob smells very different to Jo.
Except when he's quietly *seeping* from a surgical incision. Then, he smells just the same in a mix of veterinary cleaning product and... IDK, plasma? It's very evocative, whatever it is. And unhappy. |
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Little things
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♥Feb. 20th, 2018 // 10:58 pm♥
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Coming down in the morning and not being ambushed on the stairs for snuggles.
Going to get a snack of crackers and cheese and realising you've cut too much cheese.
Coming in from doing the stables and automatically reaching for a can of dog food.
Getting back from a trip out and not seeing a little face at the window checking to see if it's the right car pulling up.
Finishing dinner and realising that the gravy-covered chicken pie crust won't find a home.
Mike getting home from London without the warning signal of frantic little feet running through the house.
Wandering aimlessly around the house and then realising what you're looking for.
Putting the boys to bed and starting to head up to the field before realising that there's no need.
Noticing that the kitchen floor is free of muddy footprints.
Catching a glimpse of the other sofa from the corner of your eye and wondering why it's a different colour to usual.
Wanting a cuddle from your pooch and realising that there's a reason you were wanting it.
Wondering where your shadow has got to. |
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Goodbye, baby girl
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♥Feb. 17th, 2018 // 04:06 pm♥
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Poor pooch
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♥Feb. 16th, 2018 // 06:09 pm♥
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Jo was sick yesterday afternoon, which was a bit worrying, but then she was sick again three times in an hour this afternoon. As it happened, the third time happened while Mike was on the way to the vet to pick up more medication for her, so I phoned and they added an anti-nausea pill to the stack.
Unfortunately, she turned her nose up at her dinner and she's just been sick again. Fortunately, when I went through it with a spoon I found a bit of cheese but no actual pill, so hopefully enough of it got into her to do some good. Also, no blood, which the vet was worried about.
In better news, Riding Instructor came to have a go on Benny this afternoon. I'd not realised, but the last three times I'd ridden him (for the vet, the saddler, and the dealer) Mike wasn't around (and neither was she). Although I've been saying 'he seemed a bit better today than he was last time', I'd not quite twigged that kept happening. He wasn't *right* today, but Mike and Riding Instructor were both impressed by the improvement, to the extent that Riding Instructor didn't bother to get on him.
Her theory is still that he Did Something when the dentist was here, and it's just taken longer to improve than we expected. I'm going to go back to riding him, and just try to work through the weirdness. And improve his balance!
Right, time to see if I can get Jo to come back in from the garden.... |
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Jodie's medication collection
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♥Feb. 14th, 2018 // 08:09 pm♥
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(And mine!)
She's much brighter this evening, and even came over to say hello to the vet when he dropped off more pills, which is good. Not entirely sure how we're going to get her to eat all of them: she just managed to chew up and spit out one of the new ones, although it was the lowest priority one (an antibiotic). |
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Animal news
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♥Feb. 14th, 2018 // 03:43 pm♥
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The Only Honest Horse Dealer In Kent has just been to see Benny. First, he watched me ride. After a couple of minutes, he said 'the problem's you, when his balance goes, so does yours and you give him a canter aid without realising it'. (Which kind of made me go 'surely someone else would have noticed this if it were the case?', but ok.)
Then he got on, and Benny did it even more. His conclusion is that there's nothing physically wrong, rather that Benny's got poor balance (true) and is trying to canter when he wobbles because it's easier than trotting. The prescription is lots of hacking to let him learn better balance in a straight line, only going in the school in short sessions, and changing him to the more gentle bit that we bought soon after we got him (but he didn't like) so that he can't lean on it so much to compensate for not balancing himself (the inability to do so being - TOHDIK says - what he didn't like). Also I need to be stricter with him about things like standing still and not pulling on the reins when I'm standing holding him (this is true, he is in danger of going out past 'showing his personality' and into 'a bit bolshy').
If he'd gone straight into reason two without having tried reason one first, I'd be a bit more reassured, but no one has found anything physical and everyone agreed that he's the person to ask, so.... I'm going to talk it over with my riding instructor, but if she says to follow his advice then I will. Edit: hrm. She's a bit dubious as well... she's going to come and ride him herself on Friday.
Jodie's increased medication has had good effects and bad. She's moving around well, and the lump hasn't got any bigger, but on the other hand she's spent much of the day doing what I can only describe as going through the motions. Last night, I had a lot of trouble getting her to eat her pills and she wasn't keen on going upstairs to bed. Today, when I got up she came over for her morning cuddle but lost interest and went away after about five seconds. When I put the boys in the field, she stood up and walked a few steps over for her treat but just let it drop back out of her mouth. When I put her breakfast down, she walked over to it, sighed, and started eating in a very dutiful way. She also only ate half of it, and then threw that up while I was upstairs changing the bed. She then spent the morning lying in the hall, not even giving me a wag of the tail when I walked past and gave her a stroke.
When we went outside to get ready for TOHDIK, she had a very liquid poo but then seemed a bit brighter. Not sure if that was because she'd got rid of something making her tummy feel bad, the steroid wearing off, the painkillers she'd just had kicking in, or just being out in the fresh air. Mike's in London today, so it'll be interesting to see if he gets the usual enthusiastic greeting when he comes home.
I spoke to the vet (inevitably, he phoned just as TOOHDIK arrived) and we're going to reduce the steroid and he's going to bring around something to help her stomach this evening. |
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All The Drugs
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♥Feb. 13th, 2018 // 12:00 pm♥
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Jo was quite limpy yesterday evening, and had a restless night (to the extent that Mike got up to get her more drugs).
I took her to the vet this morning, and she has indeed lost a couple of kilos. We had a chat, and have increased her steroid dose. It was a bit "the maximum dose is so much per kilo, which would be 1.5 pills twice a day, anything more would risk long-term organ damage... 2 pills twice a day it is then".
On the plus side, he's fairly sure that the limping is because the lump is squishing her nerves, not because it's actually painful in the joint. |
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Jodie update
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♥Feb. 12th, 2018 // 10:18 am♥
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We started Jo on the steroids on Thursday evening, and she improved dramatically on Friday and Saturday: we've even all been sleeping upstairs for the last three nights, which is a relief.
By Saturday morning, the lump was much, much smaller, and slightly spongy (rather than hard from being stuffed full of fluid). On Sunday, I thought it was maybe a bit bigger again, and it had gone hard. Today, I'm sure that it's bigger, although still nothing like it was pre-steroids. I also think she's maybe looking a bit skinny, even though she's eating well since the steroids started, so I might see if I can get her up to the vet and pop her on the scales, although I'm not sure when that will be possible (or if there's anything to do about it if she is). She does get a bit restless about an hour before her painkillers are due, so also on my list of things to mention to the vet is the possibility of taking her up to four times per day rather than three.
Still, she's getting around well, and is bright and happy, so we'll just keep playing it by ear and crossing our fingers.
The saddler came and checked Benny's saddle, and reports that all is well there. When I rode him for her to see, he was slightly better again than he has been, but still doing his thing; whether that means it's a temporary thing that's getting properly better or a long-term thing that's bothering him less because he's not working is up in the air. I've got the Only Honest Horse Dealer In Kent coming to ride him on Wednesday, so we'll see if a) Benny still does it and b) he has any ideas.
Slightly concerned because the boys are both off their hay. This probably just means it's a bad bale, but actually they went off it half way through a bale, then refused the next one, then started off eating the one after that but changed their minds this morning. Not sure what's going on there.... |
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Jodie update
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♥Feb. 7th, 2018 // 12:43 pm♥
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Jodie's new painkillers seemed to make no difference at all, and she was just lying on her side panting, with occasional (much coaxing) trips to the loo or (more coaxing) nibbles of food or drinks of chicken stock.
Last night, we started her on steroids, and although she's still not putting much weight on the leg there's already an improvement: she came to the stableyard this morning, she's much more alert, and she just came to the kitchen while we were having lunch to see if there might be some ham going spare (there was, and far more than she usually gets).
We spoke to the vet a little while ago, and he expects that she'll keep improving on the steroids, so we'll see what happens over the next couple of days. |
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Pay attention, dear...
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♥Feb. 5th, 2018 // 01:30 pm♥
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It was snowing this morning, so I just let the boys have a wander around the stableyard while I mucked them out. Pleased to report that the ducks were much less unhappy at being shut up than previously, and Magrat wasn't too much of a bully.
They weren't terribly keen, though, and as soon as I went in the barn and started filling haynets they came over to poke their noses around the barn door than then started wandering in and out of the stables.
As they were in the way, I grabbed Benny and tied him up while I put the hay in their stables, and cleaned the snow out of his feet. Then I cleaned the snow out of GB's feet while he was standing outside, and put Benny back in his stable.
GB gave me a look, as if to say "Why aren't you letting me go into my nice dry stable to eat hay?"
And I was like, "Dude, you aren't actually tied up...."
(Hurrah! We *finally* have a new food waste bin!)
We took Jo to the vet this morning, and she has more painkillers now. Hopefully they'll make her a bit happier. |
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Life goes on
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♥Feb. 3rd, 2018 // 07:55 pm♥
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Today, we dusted off the propagator, filled little pots with compost and started the first batch of this year's seeds.
In the process, I found out what happened to many of the sour cherries from the tree on the back patio: one of the tray of little pots had a small stack of cherry pits in the bottom, all carefully licked clean of fruit and then nibbled open at one end to get the kernel out.
After having what seemed like a better day on Thursday, Jo was very sore again yesterday and today. She's quite restless, and sits panting unhappily a lot of the time. She's doing all that she can to hobble into the garden to go to the loo and have a drink out of the fish pond. |
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The vet; the other vet
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♥Feb. 1st, 2018 // 03:27 pm♥
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Today, the vet came to see Benny, who was maybe a little better than he has been but still doing his thing.
The vet has no idea what the problem is (to the extent that he can't even think of which tests might give useful information), so we're going to have his back and saddle checked (again: only had them done a few weeks ago), and if that doesn't turn anything up then we're going to ask The Only Honest Horse Dealer In Kent, who's about 200 years old and has ridden more horses than I've had hot dinners, if he'll have a go and a) see if Benny still does it with him and b) see if he's got any ideas.
While I was out with the horse vet, Jodie's vet called. The lab didn't get much that was useful out of the biopsy, but there are a few cells that they're going to stain to try and identify them. If they can't, there are a few unappealing options (basically, more biopsies, possibly with added CT scans) but I suspect that we'll just do what we can to manage it with painkillers and steroids for however long that works.
(Unless the lab results show something different, the assumption is that she has this.) |
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Handy Household Management Tips
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♥Jan. 31st, 2018 // 06:16 pm♥
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You might find that shampooing the rugs is one of those jobs that you never seem to get around to. A great way to give yourself the impetus to get the carpet cleaner out of the cupboard is to put your post-biopsy dog onto them while she's wearing the woefully inadequate dressing that the vet applied to stop the icky pink liquid from oozing out of the wound.
Those pinkish smears on the pale blue rug will be sure to catch your eye and act as a handy visual reminder!
I raided the horses' first aid kit, and she finally stopped leaking at lunch time. She's a lot happier today, although still mostly lying quietly on the floor. |
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News isn't great
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♥Jan. 30th, 2018 // 05:44 pm♥
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We've just brought a very sad pooch home from the vet.
On the plus side, it's not cancer in the bone, which is what they were expecting to find and which probably would have led to a 'shall we wake her up or not' conversation. On the minus side, it's also not something like a dislocated shoulder or sprain that can obviously be fixed.
They've taken a biopsy, which will take four or five days to get results, but the vet was using words like 'palliative'.
She was pleased to be back home, but as soon as she got through the front door she collapsed into a small whimpery heap. I carried her into the living room, where she is now lying down and being unhappy. She's got a bowl of food, a bowl of tap water, and a bowl of pond water, and I'm not sure there's much else that we can do. |
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Handy Household Management Tips
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♥Jan. 29th, 2018 // 11:03 pm♥
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A good hostess should periodically spend the night in each of her guest bedrooms, to make sure that there is nothing inconvenient about them to spoil her guests' sleep*.
Tonight, as part of this programme, I will be sleeping on the sofa bed in the study.
Hopefully Limpy McLimpLeg will appreciate it and not try to climb over the barrier I've built on the stairs....
* I actually read this in a magazine once as a genuine household tip. I suppose it makes sense, but really? |
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Pooch
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♥Jan. 29th, 2018 // 01:31 pm♥
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So, this morning when I took Jo outside to do the boys I noticed that she was walking on her sore leg so that she could keep the front leg on that side off the ground. Ominous. I stuck the boys in the field and came back to find her sitting holding the leg up to me, so I checked the pad in case she had a thorn or something in it. No sign of anything, and when I put the leg back down she whimpered so loudly and long that the boys came running over from the other end of the field to see what the problem was.
I called the vet, and was told that she one she's been seeing (who owns the practice, and lives up the hill from us) was in work but not being a vet today (paperwork). As it happened, he needed to come home anyway to check on something at home so he stopped in to see Jo on the way.
She's got a big lump at the shoulder joint on the front leg, and he's not sure what that means. If she was running and jumping about as normal, he'd think she'd hurt it out in the woods. It might just be that she's stressed the joint because she's resting the other leg, but he seemed to go off that idea once he found the lump. Or it might always be cancer, but if it is then the timing is very odd, just as she's come off her metacam.
He's given her an injection of onsior, another NSAID, and she's going in to have x-rays and maybe a biopsy in the morning. Still, he's pleased she's stopped throwing up! |
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Handy Household Management Tips
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♥Jan. 29th, 2018 // 09:38 am♥
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Looking for something to motivate you into tidying up the house?
Why not arrange for your elderly dog to go non-weight bearing on another leg, so that she's got two lame legs on one side, on a day when you don't have the car?
That way, you can get the vet to make a home visit: plenty of motivation to make the place look neat!
May possibly be a little hysterical this morning. |
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Handy household management tips
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♥Jan. 28th, 2018 // 09:21 pm♥
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If you have a net over your fishpond to stop the herons and cats from bothering the residents, you may have noticed that the top of the net gathers up rotting leaves at this time of year.
Although you will, as a diligent housekeeper, have been carefully periodically removing the dead leaves, sometimes you just need to get in there and have a clear out. I have the perfect solution.
First, ensure that you have an elderly dog who is currently not on her usual pain medication. If you can further ensure that the replacement medication makes her stoned without actually stopping her from hopping along like a hoppy thing then this is a bonus, as it will act as a reminder to tidy your fish pond.
Second, take your elderly dog outside for a wee. As her pain medication is not working, she will be unhappy to do so and you will have to constantly shine your torch backwards so that you can check that she is actually following you onto the lawn.
From there, it will be a (literal) short step into the fishpond, where you can carefully remove the floating leaves before continuing your dog-toilet exercise.
Note: this is an advanced household hint, and works best if you have a person in the house to whom you can later shout "Please will you bring me a towel, dressing gown and dry pair of socks", otherwise you will subsequently have to mop the kitchen floor. Unless you forgot the part about taking the dog for a wee, in which case you'll be mopping it anyway.
Additional note: you may need to replace the net over your fish pond later.
Further note: if you happen to be wearing a cashmere sweater when cleaning your fish pond, this will provide added incentive to look up the best way to wash cashmere.
Pro Tip: remember to wear old slippers. Not the ones you bought last month. Still, at least you have an aga:
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More animal news, mostly not good
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♥Jan. 26th, 2018 // 10:52 am♥
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A few days after we re-started her medication, Jodie threw up again, and was very limpy as well. We went back to the vet, and now she's got opiates, antacids, and no walks for a fortnight to see if we can settle both her sore leg and her tummy. It seems likely that she'll have to some off the metacam and onto something else (which will be less convenient and probably more expensive), but it's possible that having a longer break will sort her out.
(This, inevitably, happens just after I've refilled her prescription. I'm likely to have a 180ml bottle of dog metacam going spare, if anyone can use it.)
(Given that, what with one thing and another, I've been on my own doing the horses for five days in the last seven, not having to find time to walk the dog is a bit of a win. As is not having to hose a layer of mud off her at the end of each walk.)
The horses have been in for the last couple of days, much to the ducks' annoyance, but I did manage to get them into the top of the field today. After several days of playing chase each morning, the ducks went into the polytunnel quite happily today, and stayed there for ten minutes poking at their breakfast. Then Magrat started her usual ritual of chasing Erzulie around in circles, but as the 'door' was open 'Zuli just legged it. When I came in after doing my jobs, Magrat was outside the polytunnel but the other three were in it, so at least they seem to be getting used to the concept. I am seriously wondering if I need to put some kind of partition in there so that 'Zuli can get away from Maggers, though.
This morning was the end of Benny's fortnight off, so I checked to see how he was doing in preparation for a lesson tomorrow morning. I lunged him first, and he was a bit frisky (understandable, having been standing in for two days) but trotting fine. Then I got on him, and we had a lovely, if brisk, walk around, and then I asked for a trot and got about half way around the school before he started hopping again. Tried the other rein just in case and then got off and cancelled the riding lesson.
When we bought Benny, it just happened that the most senior vet had a gap in his diary and was the one who went out to check he was fit and well. I was sure to point this out when I phoned to make an appointment and now I have him coming to visit us next week so see if he has any ideas. This is great news, because it saves having one of the junior vets come out and faff ineffectually for a month or so before they get the boss to come and have a look.
(I'm pretty sure that it's not something the vet missed, but it was a useful nudge to the receptionist and it will mean that he's seen by a vet who recently saw him when he was moving properly.) |
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Things not happening (bad and good)
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♥Jan. 18th, 2018 // 07:54 pm♥
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We still haven't got a new food waste bin. Mike chased them last week and they said 'oops, it's showing as a closed job on our system, we'll get one out to you', and then again today when they said 'we've just run out, we'll have more the second week of February'. Sigh.
I'm still wrangling with Parcelmonkey about two of the Christmas parcels, and have concluded they they're a great service as long as nothing goes wrong but will then do anything to avoid paying out on insurance. The one that just vanished (and was marked as having been signed for by 'destroyed') they're still trying to get a response from the courier about, and won't open a claim until they do (so, never then). The one that arrived soaked with water and smashed they have, so far, told me that the photo of some of the contents 1) shows no damage, 2) only shows one damaged item, a glass jar of jam and they don't cover food (fair enough, in the T&Cs), 3) does actually show damage to non-food but it's where the (bright purple) jam has caused (colourless, water) damage to a book. Then they asked me to send a photo of the paper that the book had been wrapped in. Then they said they'd pay for the book but nothing else. I pointed out the value of the other non-food items, the packaging, and the shipping cost. They said they'd pay for the book and nothing else. I am here eliding the several-week-long gaps where they completely ignore my messages. I suspect that I'll be Writing Them A Letter shortly.
Jo hasn't thrown up since we took her to the vet, which is marvellous news. She has, however, got very stiff where she's been off her (potentially tummy-upsetting) metacam. I spoke to the nurse yesterday and got the ok to start her back on it, so she had a half dose last night and a normal one this morning. She seems fine (if still a bit hobbly), although I can hear her tummy making slightly worrying noises as I type. Actually, that might be snoring. Not sure....
Much to our surprise, neither our phones nor our power went out overnight / this morning, although the people down the road were without power for much of the day. We don't seem to have taken any damage, which is good, and even managed an hour in the garden this afternoon: out of the wind, it's been quite nice in the sun.
Oh, buggerit. They've just announced a bird 'flu prevention order. Here we go again.... Better hope that we don't have to keep the boys in the stableyard as much as we have been doing recently, because the ducks will have to stay in there for the duration. |
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Handy Household Management Tips
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♥Jan. 14th, 2018 // 04:25 pm♥
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Do you struggle to fit all of your housework tasks into the day? Why not get up at 4:30am to scrub dog vomit off the carpet? It's a great way of getting the morning off to a productive start! |
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Benny bother
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♥Jan. 12th, 2018 // 04:31 pm♥
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Ever since the dentist came to visit, we've been having a bit of bother with Benny: when he's in the school, he's completely fine in walk and canter but keeps trying to hop a few steps of canter every so often when he's supposed to be trotting.
The first thought was that his mouth felt funny after having his teeth sorted out, so we gave him a couple of days off to see if he got used to it. There wasn't much improvement afterwards, though, and he was still hopping about when I rode him with no rein contact, so that was probably crossed off the list.
We had a riding lesson on Friday morning, which turned into a long experiment / diagnosis session. The current hypothesis is that he strained a muscle in his neck when he was having his teeth done (he was holding himself very rigid), so he's having anti-inflamatories and a couple of weeks off to see if it sorts itself out. If it doesn't I suppose we'll get the vet out (we've not done yet because the fist thing they'll try is anti-inflamatories and a couple of weeks off, and we've already got boxes of the drugs for GB).
My parents have just been to visit for a couple of nights, which was nice but has left us both more knackered than we would usually be after a short stay. We did take advantage of the extra pairs of hands to empty the used grow bags out of the polytunnel and lift the frame over the fence and into the stableyards: it's going to go next to the duck house, where it will get vastly more light and benefit from the ducks going on slug patrol.
Yesterday morning, after being fine all night other than a little whimper shortly before getting up, Jodie asked to be let outside and went to throw up. Yesterday evening, half way through the usual nightly routine of trying to get her dinner before it's due, she suddenly turned around and threw up on the living room hearth (after which I let her outside and she may or may not have done so again): she didn't get her dinner. She had rice and peas for her breakfast this morning and seems ok now, but then again she seemed ok all day yesterday other than when she was being sick, so who knows.
We have an incredibly early iris on the drive:
I'm not sure if the others will wait or come out now as well! |
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Animal updates
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♥Dec. 12th, 2017 // 02:02 pm♥
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Bugsy left this morning, gone back to a girl who used to own him where he'll go back in the field with a Shetland who used to be his best mate (and hopefully still will be). GB called for him a few times, and stood by the gate looking confused a bit, but reacted much better than he did when Jonny went. Very relieved, both about GB's reaction and that he's gone to someone who knows him.
Benny had his back checked, as well, and the Back Lady is happy that his wonkiness is just muscle development, from how he's been ridden, rather than anything structural, which is also good news. He was very good with her, considering that he's unlikely to have ever had anything similar done to him before. She wants to come back in a couple of months, to see how he's getting on, just before the saddler does the same.
GB also had a very quick five minute check, and she's very impressed with how well he's looking considering that he's not in work any more: very little loss of muscle along his back (although he has lost some on his neck).
Jodie... well, I think she's getting a bit dotty in her old age, or rather getting more so. As a breed they seem to get a bit funny at about 8 or 8 and a half (she's nine in a couple of weeks), so it's not entirely unexpected. She's even more clingy than she used to be, these days, and it's not been helped by the fact that GB bit her on the bum a few weeks ago. The boys have been not-in-the-field a few times in the last week, and when we do that we let them wander around the stableyard while we're doing our jobs; normally, she'd stay in the barn while that happens, but this week she's been refusing to, and instead following us around and getting in the way (and making it more likely that the boys will catch her out in the open than if she was in the barn). Still, hopefully they'll be back in the field soon and she'll be happier!
Erzuli continues to spend most of her time on her own, looking nervous, as the runners poke around at the other end of the garden. I've got a saved search for a friend for her.... |
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Good news!
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♥Dec. 1st, 2017 // 03:54 pm♥
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The vet just called, and he says that Jodie is has a fatty lump, almost certainly nothing to worry about. Phew. |
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Snow! In November!
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♥Nov. 30th, 2017 // 02:02 pm♥
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Ok, not very much, but still not at all usual here:
Today has been all about giving money to vets.
I took Jo off to see her vet first thing, because I was a bit worried that the scar on her side had got scabby again, but the vet thinks it's just a bit of a reaction to the internal stitches and nothing to worry about. I also showed her a new lump I'd found. The initial reaction was 'it's probably a cyst', but after shaving off a patch of hair to get a better look it turned into 'let's send a biopsy to the lab'....
Later, the boys' vet came to see them: 'flu jabs for all, and an added blood test for GB (he was thrilled, I tell you, thrilled), as well as a tube of sedative for us to try GB on when Bugsy's gone (Tuesday week: his old owner is having him back to keep another horse company, thankfully) and I want to take Benny for a hack. (He gets very distressed when he's left alone, which isn't good for him at his age, but Benny needs to be hacked out to help his development.)
After that, we crossed our fingers and put them all in the field together. There was a bit of initial charging around but they've mostly settled down, and it looks like Benny is going to be boss. Wonderful 'wish I'd been videoing that' moment when Benny and Bugsy cautiously bumped noses: Benny got distracted and turned his head to watch the mares running around, seeing which Bugsy stealthily turned around and kicked him. Benny span on the spot, kicked back and Bugsy fell over in a heap. Did rather serve Bugsy right! |
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Busy day
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♥Nov. 24th, 2017 // 05:16 pm♥
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This morning, we got things ready for Benny and then waited for him to arrive, after which we handed over an enormous wodge of cash (bugger, I'd meant to take a photo!).
After a bit, the farrier came and took his back shoes off (the fronts will probably come off next month, but we'll play it by ear: his feet will be a bit sensitive until they grow some more, and we'd rather do it in stages), and then I let him out of the stable to have a bit of grass and a look around.
It didn't take long before he wandered over towards GB, who'd been hanging around the fence looking interested ever since he got out of the horsebox.
(A minute or so later, they bumped noses over the fence and then both jumped back, possibly because one of them had been zapped by the electric tape. This alerted Bugsy, who came running down from the top of the field to see what was going on.)
Mike popped into town to get some bits that we needed for him (although they didn't have the right bit, which was a shame), and then when he got back we led Benny for a little walk along to the school, and walked around it a few times so that he could have a good look around: we're making a virtue of the fact that the saddler can't come until the end of next week, so we'll be doing plenty with him on the ground instead.
Conveniently, and to the relief of our bank balance, he's able to wear Jonny's rugs, Bugsy's bridle and GB's bit (although I have got a new one coming that should be better for a younger horse, and the bridle's getting a bit shabby and isn't a great fit). He'll probably also end up with Bugsy's saddle, but that will have to wait a week.
Here, have an autumnal pooch picture as well:
Now then, I seem to remember that I put a bottle of fizz in the fridge when we had it installed.... |
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Jodie news
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♥Oct. 24th, 2017 // 08:09 pm♥
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In other news, Jodie is now t-shirt-free, and I've put the cushions back on her sofa, so I think we can call that recovered. She has still got a feelable wound on her side, but it's healing up nicely.
I spoke to the vet today, after she'd spoken to the oncologist, and the conclusion is that there's very little value in re-testing the samples. The oncologist reckons there's about a ten percent chance of the cancers recurring, and that if we want to do anything more then it would be an ultrasound scan of her abdomen to look for suspicious patches. The vet, very sensibly, said "Even if there is, what would you do?", and she's right so I think we're going to leave it for now.
This afternoon, we picked the last courgette of the year, chopped down all the dead and dying veg plants, and moved half a dozen barrow-loads of compost from the big compost bins to the veg bed. We're very bad about the compost bins, and just occasionally throw random stuff into them. I suspect that the (non-horse-owning) people we bought the place from did the same, because once we got down towards the bottom the compost was really lovely-looking and contained bits of the surface of our riding school, suggesting that the people that *they* bought the place from used to chuck in any horse poo that was deposited in the school. |
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Better luck next time
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♥Oct. 19th, 2017 // 04:01 pm♥
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We went to see a horse this afternoon. He was a very sweet lad, owned by a teenage girl who's too busy with GCSEs.
The only thing that I didn't quite like was that he wanted to run off in canter: he came back ok when I asked him too, but he had a stronger bit than I'd like which makes me worry what he'd be like with a gentler one. (He wasn't very keen on standing still, either, but then I realised that he was only being fidgety when he was by some plastic in a partly-built drainage ditch next to the school, and later found out that it was only put there yesterday so actually he was doing amazingly well with it!)
Unfortunately, it turns out that he doesn't like men much: dad had mentioned that he wasn't too keen, and when Mike got on him he started getting nervous, which made Mike nervous, which made the horse more nervous, which.... He didn't actually do anything dangerous, but he also wouldn't do what he was being asked to.
Ah well. We will find something eventually, right?
Jo's doing much better now that she's got a t-shirt on and can't scratch. Back to the vet tomorrow to have the stitches out, and then soon she'll be able to have proper walks (we hope: she's getting a bit bouncy)! |
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Pooch update
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♥Oct. 15th, 2017 // 05:57 pm♥
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We took Jo to the vet this afternoon, for a check up and to get the lab results.
The nipple is healing beautifully, but she has managed to get a bit of an infection in the wound on her side, so now she has antibiotics. We're carrying on with Pooch Corset for another day, after which it will hopefully have dried up and we can switch to a t-shirt instead to let it get more air while still being a bit protected. She's going back on Friday to have the stitches out, unless something else happens before then. Although it's not healing quite as well as the vet would like, it is knitting together ok, so it shouldn't be a problem as long as we can stop her from getting at it.
The lab results were about the best we were hoping for: the lumps did have (cancerous) mast cells, but the one on the nipple is definitely low-grade and the one on her side probably is as well (based on the type of lump it was, as it wasn't possible to test it properly. There is a test that will give more definitive results, but it's £200: we're thinking about it). On the down side, best practice is to remove 10mm of skin all around a mast cell tumour, and they didn't do that much at the time; opening her back up is an option but I don't think we're going to do it.
The vet did suggest an option of doing an ultrasound scan all over her abdomen, to look for signs that it's spread internally, but she wasn't really pushing us to do it given that the chest x-rays were clear. T'internet also tells me that lymph node biopsies are also an option, which I might mention when we're there next week.
So, she's doing ok from this time around, and we're probably just going to carry on as usual, running to the vet whenever we find any kind of lump on her. |
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Jo Jo
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♥Oct. 14th, 2017 // 09:13 pm♥
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Jo is, if not back in her Pooch Pants, currently wearing a tasteful Pooch Corset:
She's been scratching (with her back leg: cone-of-shame / inflatable collar is no use) at the (decidedly Franken-pooch-esque) wound on her side, where they took out the unexpected second lump. It's in a more likely to be stretched place than the nipple, so it's got lovely big external sutures sticking out, and is obviously itching her much more than the actual nipple (which is now practically healed, all with internal stitches). She'd managed to get at it enough to form a scab yesterday, and this morning she dislodged that and it was bleeding a bit. Mike suggested a bit of vet wrap (elasticated, self-sticking-but-not-sticky bandage: bloody marvellous stuff) around her middle with a gamgee dressing under it, and when I eventually got worried enough to try it I was surprised to find that it's mostly stayed in place, rather than sliding forwards/backwards as I was expecting.
Still, back at the vet tomorrow for a check up, so I'll see what she says. I fear it's going to end up with a nasty scar, but it's not like it'll be visible through the fluff.
I was a little annoyed to find that our pica-prone resident rat* had eaten chunks out of half the roll of vet wrap, though. Must check the other rolls in the morning....
* Hoof oil brush, feed bucket but not the feed it contained, feed bucket cover but ditto.... |
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Jodie news
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♥Oct. 9th, 2017 // 02:32 pm♥
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Jodie's x-rays were (allowing for caveats about her being an old lady) clear, which is a relief.
While they were taking them, one of the nurses found another lump on her belly, which is a little worrying. Lump and nipple have been removed, and she's waking up from the anaesthetic.
I'll go and get her in a couple of hours, and then we just have to wait a week for the lab results.... |
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Expensive pooch....
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♥Oct. 6th, 2017 // 08:07 pm♥
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As part of her ongoing quest to be the most expensive pooch in the village, I took her off to the vet this morning to have her boobs felt.
I noticed a week or so back that one of her nipples was hugely larger than the others, and it still is, so we thought I'd better get it checked out.
The vet was both worried and reassuring: Jo's now booked in to have it taken off and have chest x-rays, but it does just seem to be the nipple involved, so it should be easy to make sure it's all removed.
And then we'll have to wait for the lab results to see what it actually is.
Fingers crossed on Monday. |
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Wedding anniversary
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♥Sep. 15th, 2017 // 07:13 pm♥
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Today was out wedding anniversary.
I made Mike a card:
(I've only had the book on paper quilting for a year, after all!) Worth clicking to embiggen, ifIdosaysomyself.
Mike very kindly did all the mucking out.
(While he did so, I took Jo to the vet. Over the last week or so, she's been occasionally yelping or whining, but it's got more frequent and last night she had a particularly bad spell that involved her making a noise for a minute or so. The vet couldn't find anything particularly, but did think she was maybe not *quite* so keen to take her weight on one of her front legs. It may also be a neck thing, although she did have a good feel around there. Short walks and more painkiller than usual for a week, and we'll see how she goes on.)
We had a quiet lunch at home.
(During which I took some ibuprofen for a headache and Mike had a migraine pill)
After lunch, and Jo's walk, we headed off to darkest Sussex to look at a horse.
He's called Thunder Joe, a name which is definitely going to be unused in full.
We liked him enough to ride, and it seemed to go quite well.
Even if it did hail while I was on him, and we were in a field with overly-long grass, which is one of my least favourite places to ride.
We'll go back and see him again next week, with riding instructor, using a school that they can borrow just down the road.
If riding instructor answers her text messages....
Afterwards, we headed home again.
I'm not sure how the day has been utterly exhausting, but we're both worn out now!
We had a lovely special anniversary dinner...
(Party-left-over soup from the freezer, and the other half of the loaf of bread that neither of us ate much of for lunch
...and now we're on the sofa with a bottle of wine.
Thankfully, Mike did a run to France yesterday! |
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Jodie in useful guard dog shocker!
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♥Jul. 30th, 2017 // 08:49 pm♥
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I was weeding in the back garden this morning, with the radio on, when Jo went into the house and started barking.
When I went to see what she was worried by, I found the postman in the porch wanting me to sign for a parcel.
I'm being very crap at updating, recently, aren't I?
I had my second session with my new Pilates instructor last week, and could barely walk the following day: I may have to ask her to push me a little less hard.... On the other hand, I'd done nothing but sit in a car and walk at museum-visiting-speed for a week, so maybe not so surprising.
Thank you to everyone who made it along to our BBQ at the weekend, it was lovely to see everyone (even if it did pour with rain the whole time and thus was more of an Aga than a BBQ!). We have excessive quantities of beer left in the polypin, creative suggestions welcome. Do you think it would be a good or bad for the plants if I used it to water them...?
Someone left a copy of A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J Maas in the kitchen: anyone claiming it? |
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Too hot....
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♥Jun. 18th, 2017 // 08:15 pm♥
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I spent much of the day in the hammock. Jo is also too hot, poor thing.
The last couple of years, we've had a paddling pool on the patio for Jo to go in after her walks. It's not entirely satisfactory, as it's bigger and shallower than she'd like it to be, and takes so much water that I don't like to change it often, so it gets very icky. I did some noodling around online last week, and discovered the existence of something called a plasterer[']s['] bath, which is used to mix stuff up in and sounded like a very good size: 4'x2'x1' deep.
Jo does seem to like it, but it doesn't like being left full of water....
(It looks even worse now, the other side's also bowed out. I suspect it's going to die a death next time she climbs in!)
Bizarrely, GB seems to have bonded with one of the mares: when we brought them down the hill, he stood in the corner of the stableyard watching them, and when we put the boys to bed he was calling to her. Most unlike him, he's much too old to suddenly develop a taste for the ladies! |
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Jo 3, crate 0
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♥Jun. 4th, 2017 // 11:30 am♥
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Yesterday, we took Jo to the vet to check that there wasn't anything physically wrong with her. She's now got a clean bill of health and a pack of over-priced woo-woo pills, made from milk protein and designed to mimic the way that babies get stoned on breastmilk.
Needless to say, they made absolutely no difference last night when we moved the crate back downstairs and put her in it at bedtime. Mike, who is apparently softer-hearted than I am, gave in after fifteen minutes of banging and crashing. I needn't have bothered going downstairs to get her, though, because fifteen minutes was apparently all that the crate could stand as well:
I've ordered her a new dog bed for in our bedroom, and I guess the crate will be off to the tip on our next trip.
In better news, I did an hour's weeding yesterday with no ill effects, and the drive is now looking neater. Somewhat to my surprise, the spare sweetpeas that I put out there a couple of months ago are doing pretty well even though they got swallowed up by nettles and grass coming through the fence very soon after planting. Hopefully now that I've been able to give them some breathing space they'll bulk up a bit, because I think they would look nice growing over the fence. |
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Sigh
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♥Jun. 1st, 2017 // 03:50 pm♥
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( Jodie )
( Horses )
( Wrists )
Oh, and grandad got thrown out of an expedited discharge from the hospital because he was causing trouble, and it looks like he's about to be thrown out of the latest home as well.
Still.
The ducks are laying well and the horses are busy getting fat.
The tomatoes and tomatillos are flowering, and I'm expecting the veg patch to suddenly explode into life any day now.
Mrs Farmer gave me a couple of evergreen honeysuckle last week, which I've planted next to the front fence in the hope that they'll grow over it and look / smell lovely, and the dahlias that I thought had been lost by the courier have arrived and been planted out.
I've just realised that the Pilates book that I bought months ago and never actually looked at not only goes through the exercises but has some ready-made routines in it, which helps with my vague plan to give up on classes in favour of doing it myself at home with an occasional (monthly?) private lesson to check I'm not getting bad habits.
Even with the good things, though, I'm feeling rather brittle and balanced on edge, which isn't a good way to be if you then have a wobble. |
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Last night...
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♥May. 31st, 2017 // 02:02 pm♥
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Jodie discovered new and exciting ways to break out of her crate. Sigh.
We're currently planning on moving the crate upstairs: if she insists on sleeping outside our door, she can at least do so in the box. Maybe that will make it less attractive and we'll be able to convince her to stay on her nice comfy sofa. Maybe. |
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Pooch problems
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♥May. 30th, 2017 // 07:36 am♥
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We've had a busy weekend of lovely visitors, but Jo seemed to be coping very well with it all until it came to bed time....
Three nights ago, I went to bed and left her in the living room with visitors under orders to cover the sofa, turn off the lights and close the door when they went to bed themselves. I've done that before, with no problems, but (in retrospect) it's always been people she knows better.
This time, though, she kept wandering upstairs and being brought back down again, then (after the door was closed) she started trying to bash the door open. Mike went down a couple of times to try to settle her, but she'd got herself worked up by then and when she started scratching the door he gave up and let her come in our room.
The next night, we didn't want a repeat performance and there was a thunderstorm forecast (which was indeed impressive), so I brought her up with me when I went to bed.
Last night, visitors having left, I put her to bed as normal on her sofa. Ten minutes later she started crashing into the door trying to get through to us, so we came back down, assembled her crate, and settled her in there instead.
Shortly afterwards, there was another crashing noise as she disassembled her crate followed by a panting at our bedroom door. We decided to leave it at that for the night, if only because we were tired and she was worked up again, and at least she didn't try to get through our bedroom door.
Today, the crate has been reassembled, and cable-tied to prevent easy disassembly. She's had two sessions in there so far, a shorter one with me pottering in the kitchen and a longer one with me upstairs. There were a few small exploratory thumps the first time but the second time she settled down and just looked mournful.
I don't really want to have to go back to crating her every night, if only because I can't imagine it will be great for her leg to sleep curled up rather than stretched out on her sofa, but I suppose we'll have to for a little while until she forgets about getting to go upstairs if she makes a fuss.... |
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All change
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♥May. 10th, 2017 // 03:19 pm♥
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I've just got around to taking the LJ links out of my style sheet. I guess I've really given up on it, now! One of these days, I suppose I should switch to using a modern style: I'm still on a legacy LJ S2 style....
I had Quilt Club at weekend, including a class on Sunday (fortunately, it turned out that the speaker / tutor was far better at the latter than at the former) where we did a modern take on log cabin blocks.
This is what the class produced:
(Mine are the six entirely beige/grey ones about just over half way up the left hand side of the table. "That fabric's very... grey," said Teddy in disapproval when I showed it to him.)
I've done a bit more on it since, and am probably going to do a bit more again shortly. It's been quite interesting, and I'm enjoying it far more than 'proper' log cabin blocks on account of not having to be super careful about cutting the fabric to exactly the right size.
Mostly today I've been gardening. I've potted on almost all the tomatillos and most of the small chillis, and I've planted out the tomatoes, aubergines and peppers in the polytunnel:
(We did have a frost last night, but the thermometer in there recorded a low of 0.0C with the doors open, so they should be safe.)
Unfortunately, I did it a bit on autopilot and forgot that The Plan was to put one of each tomato variety outside thus leaving a grow bag spare for the big chillis, so they'll have to go in the conservatory instead. Which means that it's a good job that I didn't have enough compost to pot on all the tomatillos, as I'll need pots to do that!
Now that I've watered them all in, the polytunnel smells even more of wet dog than it did before (from the old carpet underneath): lovely! Hopefully the bits of the irrigation system that are on back order will arrive soon, so that I don't have to do too much hose-pipe watering.
(Jo was very helpful: after coming in the polytunnel once and knocking half a dozen plants over she decided that it wasn't a good place to be and scampered around the garden instead, where she's probably dug up something that she shouldn't have. On the plus side, she did hear a delivery driver that I didn't, so I was able to dash out and get the package. It's amazing how quickly the driver ran back down the path and through the gate when she bounded into the front garden barking.)
Jo and I are on our own today, as Mike's taken his mother to Belgium for an overnight stay. My grandad's had a partial hip replacement, the op seems to have gone well but he's quite confused and groggy. He should be ok as long as he doesn't pull any of his usual hospital tricks (eg, pulling his drip out, ordering taxis to collect him, attacking the nurses), but the chances of that aren't great given his past form. |
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1 dpi
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♥Mar. 9th, 2017 // 08:06 pm♥
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I'm getting to the stage where I have to decide what I'm actually going to do with them....
I've vaguely thought about making a bag from them, in which case I'm pretty much done. Or I could go on and make an actual quilt, in which case I'm very much not! Decisions, decisions.
Jodie's sofa has arrived, sooner than we expected. It didn't arrive in Ashford on today's lorry, and when they did some digging they found out that it was actually in Dartford. Rather than drive it to Ashford to then drive it here, they just brought it directly. It's rather bigger than the old on, Jo looks positively small curled up in the corner of it!
We've given up on the Dettol automatic hand wash dispensers, because they start having hissy fits after a couple of years and spew soap everywhere until you take the batteries out. However, we've still got three soap refils: does anyone use one and want them? |
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Oops
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♥Feb. 13th, 2017 // 04:43 pm♥
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For a lovely change, although the wind's bitter, it's been lovely and sunny today.
I celebrated by taking GB for a little ride in the school, where he was doing really well (to the extent that I had to remind myself not to push him too hard), and then we trimmed and tidied up the willow fedge.
After lunch, Mike had to work so I took Jo out for a nice, long-ish (for convalescent pooches) walk. As we started back down the hill opposite the house, Mike appeared on the drive and frantically shouted "Hydrotherapy!" at me.
Oops. We'd forgotten that Jo had a swimming lesson in, um, fifteen minutes and, of course, I'd had no signal when Mike tried to call me to get me to come back early.
The ducks got a rather hurried lunch and then we headed off in the car and only arrived a minute or so late. At which point I looked at Jo and just about managed to see her under the layer of mud.
Lots of hosing her down with the shower did help somewhat, but the water in the tank was rather murky after she'd been in it for a few minutes. "It's a good job I like you..." said the hydro lady, before conceding that it didn't matter too much given that the next (and last for the day) dog was the one with something of a problem controlling his bowels. |
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Quilty
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♥Jan. 31st, 2017 // 10:21 am♥
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(LJ app still letting me post to my LJ even though it won't log me in. V mysterious!)
It has stopped being quite so cold, for which I am very grateful. It is rather misty, but I suppose you can't have everything.
I seem to have been quite busy, with living room redecoration arranging, pooch wrangling, failing to find a new horse, and several quilt-related things.
( ...living room redecoration... )
( ...pooch-wrangling, failing to find a new horse... )
( ...several... )( ...quilt-related... )( ...things... )
The down side of my being out at weekend was that Mike had to horse wrangle by himself when they were coming in to bed. They behaved on Saturday but on Sunday went charging off, spraining a couple of Mike's fingers in the process. They were also behaving like idiots list night, trying to get to the new mares (even GB!): possibly they've come into season. To be on the safe side, even though it's going to be a bit slippery I'm going to just let them run down the hill on their own tonight rather than try and lead both of them in along the road. |
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Brr
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♥Jan. 18th, 2017 // 06:47 pm♥
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It's been quite chilly here (yesterday, on the evening weather forecast, they mentioned that the afternoon had been sunny with a high of 13 in Scotland, and sunny with a high of 1 in Kent...), and we think that last night may have been the coldest since we moved here: the ducks' water bucket, inside the duck house inside the stable, was frozen over this morning, and when Mike did the animals' water this afternoon the garage tap (which gets the sun, unlike the stableyard one, which he didn't even try) took a while to run: both pretty much unheard of. (The weather station seems to be broken, so I don't have an exact figure. At least -10, maybe -12?)
Mike bought new carrots for the horses a couple of days ago, and yesterday I forgot to put some water in the bucket to store them (carrots keep better under water if it's -- ha ha -- warm weather). This morning, they were rather frosty looking, and the bucket of water from GB's stable that I poured over them had ice floating on the surface, with the end result that the carrots in the boys' dinners looked rather... chilly.
It turns out that the new people in the flat, who we've still not spoken more than a few words to for largely weather-related reasons, actually have three horses, all mares. Bugs was very interested in going to say hello when I brought the boys in past their field yesterday.
Jo had her first (this time around) swimming lesson today, a very easy session to get her back into it but she seemed happy enough and the physio was happy with how she looked in the water. |
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Pooch update
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♥Jan. 11th, 2017 // 12:57 pm♥
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Jo continues to look slightly less silly every day, and her leg seems to be healing on schedule as well.
We've just been for our 'walk': a few minutes down the road and back, but at least it's getting her out of the house. In another week or so, she'll be cleared to lie on the ground outside, so we won't have to keep tying her up in the barn, and she'll be back to swimming lessons.
I do hope that we don't get lots of snow tomorrow. I'll feel very mean if we do when she's not allowed to bound around in it! |
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Picking up the pooch
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♥Jan. 6th, 2017 // 09:35 pm♥
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After a rather rushed early morning (the farrier, and Mike being in London, meant I had a fair bit to do with the boys), I headed off to collect Jo from the vet.
Shortly after I got onto the A2, a couple of policemen, car parked across the road, waved me back off it, which made my heart sink: that meant I'd have to brave the Canterbury ring road to get back on track, and the Canterbury ring road locks up at the drop of a hat let alone the addition of all the traffic from the A2.
Fortunately, it wasn't actually too bad: getting to the ring road was slow, but it moved well once I was there, and I was only about ten minutes late to the vet.
Jo was, as ever, very pleased to see me, and nearly dragged the nurse across the waiting room. The poor dear looks very silly.
On the way home, I realised that I'd actually been incredibly lucky with the drive there: the car accident that caused the closure was just being loaded onto a flatbed, and there was a long line of parked cars sitting on the road behind it. When I got to where I'd been waved off the road, there were three police cars and lots of flashing signs: I must have got there very soon after they closed it, and was just too late to miss being stuck there for an hour or more and just too early to miss having the ring road full of diverted traffic.
Jo's putting a reasonable amount of weight on the leg now, but she's obviously sore and struggling to get comfortable when she lies down. Hopefully she'll feel better in a few days. I'd forgotten quite how silly she looked with her leg shaved! |
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It feels very odd...
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♥Jan. 5th, 2017 // 10:24 pm♥
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... to be making my evening snack of cheese and biscuits without the sound of scurrying feet when I open the fridge, and the sight of a very politely drool-dripping pooch sitting next to me while I make it....
(The night nurse says she's fine, though, and is eating and accepting of cuddles.) |
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Vet news
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♥Jan. 5th, 2017 // 01:15 pm♥
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I took Jo down to the orthopaedic vet this morning, and he thinks it's either a tear in the meniscus of the knee or (less likely) an inflamed tendon.
She's stayed in for surgery, and if it is the meniscus then he'll remove the damaged part and she should be better for two or three years, after which it will become painful (if she's still around).
Just as she'd finished growing her coat back, she'll be back to looking silly again. And then there will be the rehab.
Edit: it was a tear, she's out of surgery and waking up. |
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Pooch update
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♥Jan. 4th, 2017 // 06:16 pm♥
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Jodie's continued to be varying amounts of lame since we went to the vet last week, so today she went in for x-rays.
We've just picked her up, very happy to see us. When the vet showed us the x-rays, there was obvious swelling on the joint that had the surgery, and the vet said there was quite a lot of movement in the joint (just like before the surgery). I asked what it meant and she said "Well, I've never seen one of these repairs fail, so I'm not sure," which rather implies that she thinks it has.
Off to the people who did the operation tomorrow, with orders to prep for her going into surgery the same day.
Poor pooch.
Various other stuff is also sucky, so I'm feeling rather glum at present. |
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Pooch
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♥Dec. 28th, 2016 // 05:41 pm♥
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Jo was still lame this morning, so I booked her in to see the vet.
The pain is in her knee, and she's not showing any signs of an infection (unlikely after such a long time), so it's either that the joint's developed arthritis from the op (certain to happen at some point) and she tweaked it yesterday morning or that there's something gone wrong with the repairs (worrying).
She's got a weekend of pottering around but no walks, and pain killers, and we'll see how she gets on. Hopefully she'll improve, if not there will be x-rays. |
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