Tuesday, 26 July 2011
A irritating noise from behind the wall.
The thing that messes on the streets
Those horrible animals that scare me
Dirty sinful creatures
Something that is stopping me from entering your home
A necessary guard for my yard
My lifeline, watching and guarding my stock, my stock mean I live
My eyes in my unseeing world
He allows me to be me, not a dependent, not an epileptic. Me
She gives me routine so I can't sink into that dark hole, I walk because she needs to walk, I rise from my bed as she needs me
They win me rosettes, make me proud and let me be the best
Make me feel alive, watching them run, living life without a care
She was just there not doing anything exciting but by being there it meant I was at home, not in a home.
That extra child, one more thing to think of but part of our mad family
Everything. That magical nose that spotted that funny mark on my leg. It meant I lived
He's my pal when everyone else has things to do, places to go
Part of my identity, a part of me that I want people to see, to empathise with that stranger mutually aware of one single fact
Courage, the kind that I don't find when I am alone
Pure unadulterated fun
An outlet for my nurturing side
So what does he mean to you? We may not understand many peoples feelings towards dogs yet for many of us it is the one thing we do understand, fellow dog lovers and owners. The feeling we have for them. We might love the guys but for some people they are literally life.
We have to understand how the other people feel in order to be aware.
Montanna was poisoned yesterday by ketamine laced meat. She is recovering and we won't know for some time what affect it will have on her life. She isn't the only dog, with reports of others in Birtley being poisoned with rat poison, ketamine and antifreeze. One cat is already dead and it is so easy to label these people monsters yet the truth is many people feel it was nothing, ridding them of a problem, a nuisance or even nothing. They feel nothing because an animals life is nothing to them. Or hate. Either way we have to be aware. Don't presume all humans think the same way, feel the same way and therefore act the same.
Don't live in fear, don't fight them hard just do what we can to keep our guys safe and enjoy them, protect them and the next time you see a fellow dog lover just remember we are all in on a big secret.
Dogs you gotta love 'em.
Wednesday, 20 July 2011
As dog owners we always want the best for our guys, we hope they are happy and healthy and living a good quality of life. Now many may know that I am a fretter, and having never owned a dog before I feel that life with them is one constant learning curve, especially since my little princess Willow entered our lives.
From the start things with her were dodgy, being the runt of the litter she had been bullied and chewed, she also appeared to have been neglected badly, she was under nourished and full of worms, her ears were ripped and her pads were hard where they should have been soft and pink, we did everything we could to make sure she was at as low risk of germs as possible, down to wiping ours, and Charlie's feet with antibacterial wipes when we came in the house!! And bless her she thrived, she grew at a healthy rate, and she developed into a happy, trusting young pup.
In this house we are no stranger to crazy legs, Charlie has the funniest gait whilst running, and for some time we assumed Willow was the same, but events took a turn, and my girl started to limp, intermittently at first, maybe she'd pulled a muscle (?), but the last couple of days she's been limping far worse than ever, cue the panic text to our very own supernanny (fretful owner!)!!
Caroline booked Willow in to see a physiotherapist this morning, and my brave girl was diagnosed as having 'joint hypermobilty', a condition I am very familiar with in the human species, but never dreamed for one minute my girl would have it. So, hopefully with leg supports, physio exercises on a custom made 'wobble board' (makes me think of Rolf Harris!!), and some hard work, we can stop her going lame, which is what would inevitably have happened. She's a fighter, so I'm hoping if we work as a team we can get the results, the downside is that she is far more likely to develop arthritis, and at an earlier age, but we'll try and prevent crossing that bridge as long as we can.
This is not the end of the story fellow mammys and daddys, oh no, it gets interesting!! Labradors are not prone to this condition. There has always been a question mark over Willow as to whether she is pure bred lab, or a mix, she was sold as pedigree and is KC registered, with an apparent long line of fox reds behind her, so now the doubt has been raised further, and we enter a world of doggy DNA testing (cue Jeremy Kyle!!). Dont get me wrong, I couldnt give a flying....... what she is, she's my baby and I wouldnt swap her for the world, but if she's a mix then god help the charlatan of a breeder when I get started, he'll never breed again!!!! And on the plus side, if we know what she's made of then we know what other ailments she could potentially develop and be ready to spot them, god knows she's been through enough, I pray there is no more to come.
So, as I sit here watching my girl wag her tail enthusiastically, and playing with her brother, I pray I can keep her well, keep her happy, for a long time to come.......but it wont stop me fretting ;-)
Big thank you to Caroline for her continued help, advice and support, it is appreciated so much