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Juneathon Day 4: It’s raining again

Its raining again! uh oh its raining again – well the words are really oh no my loves at an end, but that’s even more depressing than its raining again! So I have always sang it as its raining again. Living in Manchester, UK for most of my life, my version of this should be our anthem.

I was lucky when I did my walks this morning, I managed to get back before any showers started with slight damp boots and the dogs had to have a quick rub down. But then when me and Buster went out, well! We got soaked through! Even my very waterproof jacket was struggling to hold its own!  It was a bit more than rain drops keeping falling on my head!!

Yesterday me and Buster went on an adventure through the woods, where we got covered in mud. Today we went on a different adventure and I decided to do a leaflet drop in an area close to where we live. We were kind of sheltered as we walked along paths and covered by porches and large plants in gardens and didn’t get too wet then. Sadly though on the walk back to Buster’s house, that was when we got soaked!! For those of you who know me personally you will understand how devastating this is not just for me getting wet, but because it turns my hair into Crystal Tips!!

crystal tips

A very good representation of me and Buster on our walk today!

So once I got back home, with very soggy drenched feet (the muckers I bought to replace my very well loved wellies, are proving to be less waterproof than expected!), I had to make the decision that drip drip drop little April showers had extended into June – what is this about? Where is our summer? is it ever going to get any better? – and purchased a pair of wellies! I couldn’t be more excited! No really, I am. And when it said they had been dispatched I just know I am going to be sat by the window each day watching for the postman!

Juneathon day 4 : 4.06 miles

Current total : 18.32 miles




Neutering day in our house part 2

So we had a call from the vets around 1 ish to let us know that the girls were awake after their op. We could pick them up at 4. It was such a relief to hear they were ok.

So me and the kids went to pick them up. Once we got there we received our orders :

No climbing on the sofa
No going up or down stairs
No long walks on or off lead
No jumping about

None of this for 10 whole days. Do these vets know our puppies?? Plus they have to keep the cone of shame on for this time too!

They came out, tails between their legs and walking ever so carefully. I instantly felt more guilt, even though I knew in my heart it’s for the best. I ever so carefully lifted them both into the car and took them home. At the other end they were very brave and walked from the car to the house. Once in they both snuggled on the bed we prepared for them and lay side by side. They didn’t sleep, they sat up, then lay down, Tilly shivered a lot, but neither of them knew what to do with themselves. Poor babies.

Its the anaesthetic of course that was causing a lot of what we saw. I know myself after an operation the feeling of the anaesthetic can be sometimes worse than the op itself! And these two are certainly feeling the effects of that!

I’m sat with Willow snuggled up against me, fleecy blanket wrapped around her as her little furry body shivers every now again. Tilly went home with my mum – I carried her and put her in the car, her huge brown eyes looking at me through the car window – and I’m willing to guess Tilly is snuggled up just like Willow.

Although Willow is feeling under the weather she’s still managed to get the cone off twice!! Oops! It could be a fun 10 days!


Its neutering day in our house part 1

When you have girlie dogs in your house, having them neutered (or spayed) is just something you have to do. It 1) stops them having puppies and 2) reduces the risk of breast cancer and avoids infection of the womb. The Blue Cross website explains this really well without being patronising and is to the point. It also explains about boy dogs being castrated.

Ben dropped them off at Tameside Veterinary Clinic this morning at 8 am. They are a lovely clinic who have always been very understanding with the many animals we have taken in there over the years, so I know they will be ok. But I cant help feeling we’ve left these little cuties unaware of what is about to happen, like I’ve betrayed them.

They trust us completely. They look to us for all their needs. They don’t doubt us when we take them somewhere that something is going to happen to them. So taking them into the vets where they will be put under anaesthetic, have surgery, wake up groggy with a shaven tummy, probably on a drip and a lamp shade on their head! That doesn’t seem like a very nice thing to do to someone or something that you know trusts you 100%.

But then I think about a dog we had many years ago. Her name was Kiri and she was a black German Shepherd. We had had her since a puppy, in fact I watched her be born as we had her mummy Todd.  I must have been about 11 and my parents decided to let Todd have puppies. It was amazing seeing all 6 puppies born and an experience I shall never forget. One though, the first and the biggest took so long that he wasn’t breathing and me and my mum managed to get him to do so! He made up for it though and didn’t stop feeding! But when it came time for the puppies to go to their new homes, it was heart breaking! Where were they going? Who were the people who wanted to buy them? What kind of life were they going to have? Would they be safe? We had seen these gorgeous little bundles of fur born, been there when they had opened their eyes, watched them stumble around on their little stubby legs, given them their first solid food, then after all this had to let them go into the big wide world, never to see them again. So we kept one, the little all black one who I called Kiri.

I’m not going to go into too much detail about Kiri, I want to save that for another day. She deserves a whole post all of her own. But we didn’t ever have her spayed. We just never got round to it, and we managed it when ever she when into season (that was a mission too! But again, another post, another day). And she did after all live till she was 13 years old! But what she died of in the end was a result of her not being spayed. She developed breast cancer and within a week of us having it confirmed she was gone. My lovely, loyal furry friend was gone. That was 16 years ago and as I type this I have tears in my eyes thinking of her.

So Tilly and Willow going to be spayed today is for the best. As hard as it may feel to leave those two little trusting fur babies of ours in a place where they may be a little scared wondering what the heck is happening to them, the idea of them having puppies and them going to people we don’t know or places where we will never see them again, or the thought of a womb infection or contracting a deadly cancer is believe me far more heart-breaking and scary
than them having an operation that the vets do week in week out.