Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
We took Judy and Charlie to the vet's office this morning. Judy just needed to be micro-chipped but Charlie needed to be micro-chipped, vaccinated and rendered infertile. Shortly before we left Judy went out and got a little fresh cattle dung around her neck. I expect she wanted to smell good for the vet. We didn't notice the stink until we were half way there and it was too late to turn back. Still - if a vet cannot handle the smell of shit, then she is in the wrong job.
Vet's waiting rooms are different from other waiting rooms. At the doctor or the solicitor people sit there ignoring each other but at the vet's we're all chatting about our pets and going into the most graphic detail about their symptoms. Mind you Bert's Aunt Nessie used to do that at the doctor's waiting room - I remember this one time she described her chronic constipation problem in horrible detail to a roomful of strangers. I was mortified beyond belief and hoped they'd all think I was a paid carer rather than a relative.
When it was our turn we thought it would take about four people to hold the Judester down for she doesn’t like procedures but in the event it took just us and one very skilful vet to get that little chip into her. I am sure she doesn't even know she had a procedure. She strutted out all happy and cocky as if she had avoided a terrible ordeal.
And of course she got to go home while poor Charlie had to stay. Bert thought she was delighted to have been part of the team that had disposed of him. Dogs can be rather callous.
For some reason, and I know it's not a sensible reason, I feel bad about having male dogs neutered. I have no problem with bitches. I'm certain it is a relief for them not having to have seasons and puppies and all that bother. But males are a different matter. Somehow it seems that their horniness is part of what they are. Am I sexist for thinking this? But sanity has to prevail. Much as I like the idea of intact male dogs I do not like their marking and potential aggression and having them run the country after bitches on heat for days on end. Also, I do not want to be responsible for unwanted puppies being born. There are enough unwanted dogs in the country.
So - Charlie is neutered, micro-chipped and vaccinated. I guess we'll have to keep him now. He's lying on the sofa behind me as I type, still groggy from the anaesthetic and very glad to be back in his Forever Home.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
To tell the truth these pancake pictures are from a year or so back. Bert is not here right now - he is off out at Greenmount College searching for a horticulturist missing in action.
Meanwhile back at the ranch no pancakes have been cooked. I have batter sitting reading to rock and Pearlie will be having pancakes for lunch. She will not be pleased but we have run out of that plastic white bread she relishes.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Book I'm Currently Reading: The Time Traveller's Wife and for the second time. I don't remember the first time, just remember liking it.
Television programmes recently watched: An episode of 'Hoarders' and an episode of 'Louie'.
Last movie I watched: The Time Traveller's Wife which is why I'm re-reading.
Audio book I'm listening to: Kings and Queens of England narrated by Antonia Fraser. On James I.
Last magazine I perused: Woman's Realm June 1959.
Last music I listened to: Daniel Barenboim conducting the Chicago Symphony playing 'Enigma Variations'.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Just right you are! A nice romantic St Valentine's meal for two then?
There were three of us actually and just the two fellows watching us.
This is par for the course at Nellybert's - if you come in when we're about to eat we'll offer you some and, if you decline, we'll allow you to watch us scoffing anyway.
We had cottage pie made with own minced pig, own spuds and swede and own haricot beans from freezer. That was the last of the frozen home-grown vegetables, the hungry gap is here. Music Night Scones got made and are just about to be served.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
We had the Senior Dog, Paddy, humanely put down last Thursday. He'd been in a decline for the past year but had really started to fail this past few weeks. I'd say things like, "I don't think Paddy's long for this world," but he'd keep plodding on although his sight and hearing was almost away. It was two days before the end that I actually realised that he was dying. He didn't seem to be in any pain but you never know. He was certainly getting weaker. He couldn't jump on the sofa and he could hardly stand when he went outside to pee. He kept going round in circles before he'd lie down. he didn't look comfortable. He was starting to go off his food. On Thursday morning I made him a scrambled egg with butter. He ate half of it. Normally he'd have gobbled a delicacy like that. It was his last meal. Less than an hour later I made a very fast decision and called the vet.
Thursday, February 09, 2012
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
It was only today that I was saying to Bert that I do not know how people who keep too many pets cope. It must make life very difficult for them. I know I wouldn't like it. The noise, the hair, the clamour, the cat fights, the expense and the dirt. Just a very few animals are quite enough for Nellybert. Or so I tell myself.