Little Red produced for us, first thing this morning, a bouncing baby girl (BBG).... and she's white! She has the cutest pink ears and I'd show you a picture but my batteries in my camera need charging. I left it on yesterday after uploading the pictures of Jonas, stupid me. Our new lamb will go by the name of Twinkle.
If you are wondering how we go about naming our animals then let me enlighten you. There is no hard and fast rule for naming animals... you know.... the barnyard type.... not the house pets... but a friend of mine who I bought some of my sheep from named her animals by assigning a letter from the alphabet to each year and all the animals born that year would have names beginning with whatever letter was assigned to that year.... so lets say that 2001 was "B" then all the animals that year would have a name beginning with "B". Using the method, she was able to keep track of which animals were born when, and how old they were. But she had a much larger operation than I do.
Naming my animals kind of happened by a happy accident. The first animals that I purchased were Axton, Benny, and Coal, which are my three alpacas, already named by the previous owner. Notice that their names begin with "A", "B", and "C". I would call them my ABC guys. Well from there it went.
The next animals I bought were also alpacas but they had names that didn't fit with my ABC guys so I renamed them. Here's the names of my animals as it stands now.
Axton..... male alpaca, 4 years old..... white.... likes to spit and gave me my first full frontal... aaak!... recently gelded... ha! the dirty bugger... that will serve him to spit at me and give me a full frontal.
Benny.... male alpaca, 4 years old.... fawn..... very pleasant manner but likes to be the boss.... recently gelded.
Coal..... male alpaca, 4 years old..... black.... my favorite alpaca because he is so mild mannered and curious.
Dexter..... male alpaca, 3 years old.... fawn.... has a testy attitude.... but smiles a lot and spit occasionally... likes to "talk"!
Eddie..... male alpaca, 3 years old.... fawn... smallest alpaca and has the nicest fleece but aloof.
Fanny..... female sheep, 6 years old.... white Shetland/Merino x... excellent mothering skills... aloof.
Griegg.... male sheep, (withered), 5 or 6 years old.... soft grey, Shetland x.... stubborn but I like him.
Honeydew.... female llama, age unknown..... brown and white.... likes to run away but has a really great attitude.... but skittish and aloof.
Ipwitch..... male sheep, 1 year old.... white, BFL/Merino.... untried ram.... aloof.
Jonas..... male sheep, 1 day old... black.....BFL/Merino/Shetland x..... cute but food.
Kracker and Krunch ... both female sheep, 2 years old.... Shetland/merino x... black.... nice gals.....good moms... Fanny's twin offspring from 2 years ago.
Lulu.... female sheep, 3 years.... brown to black with grey in it... Cotswold/Merino x.... sterile.... lovely fleece.
Mishka..... female alpaca, 2 years old.... white..... lovely curious creature.... who wants to be a mom to all the lambs being born... will be bred this summer.
Nelly.... female sheep, 2 years old..... white, Cotswold/merino.... gorgeous fleece but crazy skittish... and wacko... probably sterile.
Oscar.... male sheep, 2 years old... black, BFL/Merino proven ram.... love him to bits... very nice fleece and wonderful nature... loves to be scratched, but bit of a pig... (can you tell he's my favorite sheep).
Palmer.... male sheep (withered), 1 year old....first lamb ever to be born on Nicholsville farm...black..... Romney/BFL/Merino x... nice little guy but kind of stupid.... I think that is a trait of the Romneys.
Queen... female sheep, age unknown... quite old though.... pure bred Merino, obviously white.... nice old lady.
Red, (also known as Little Red)..... female sheep, blond to brown.... pure Shetland.... awesome Mom.... but fleece sucks.
Sal.... female sheep, 3 years old....Canadian Arcott/Merino.... she is the fattest old cow you have ever seen a total hog but wow what a fleece.... probably sterile.
Twinkle..... sheep, born today,..... Shetland/BFL/Merino x.... cute pink ears.... keeper....
So the next lamb(s) born will have to have names beginning with "U" that will be a hard one to come up with....
Any ideas?
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Finally!!!
Here is our new mom.... and still wet from the sheep's hind quarters, making his debut and what a gorgeous day for his debut, comes Jonas....
Damn... it's a boy and he's black..... he's also supper..... well, next year anyway.....
Kracker: Hmm.... something just fell out of my butt.
Mishka: Hey did you know something just fell out of your butt..... that's weird.... what is it? It looks like a very short necked alien.
Jonas: Arggghhhh!
Kracker: Hmmm... what is this thing? It smells like me.... it looks like me.... hmmm... maybe I'd better lick all this gunk off to get a better look.
Mishka: I wanna see too..... I'm coming around to look.
Jonas: Waaahh!!! I'm cold and I can't see anything. Oh wait now... I think I see something... what is this thing licking me.... oh! ah!.... I think I smell something yummy!
Jonas: Could you stop licking me?! I'm trying to get to the nice smelling part of you. I can't get these long things under me to work. What's happening?
Kracker: It's trying to move.... gak.... it's trying to lick my belly.... hmmm.... that's weird.
Mishka: I still can't figure out what it is.
Jonas: Gak! What the heck are you..... I sure hope you are not my momma.... hey what is this.... ahhhh ... what's going on? One minute I smell milk, and the next I'm getting checked out by this big woolly white thing.
Mishka: See I told you something fell out of your butt..... it is kind of cute though.
Kracker: Slurp.... I think it is a baby.... Oh my God..... it's a baby!?!!!!!.... how did that happen... I bet that big black balogna butt with the curly horns had something to do with this last fall. He kept jumping on me and shoving something where the sun don't shine.
Mishka: Hey you guys come and look at this..... uhhh... ain't it cute....
Jonas: Whaaahhhh..... I want milk..... I wish these stupid legs would work.
Krunch: Hey.... I'm an Auntie.....
Kracker: Yeah well... you wait.... I saw that big curly horned balogna butt jumping on you too!
Damn... it's a boy and he's black..... he's also supper..... well, next year anyway.....
Kracker: Hmm.... something just fell out of my butt.
Mishka: Hey did you know something just fell out of your butt..... that's weird.... what is it? It looks like a very short necked alien.
Jonas: Arggghhhh!
Kracker: Hmmm... what is this thing? It smells like me.... it looks like me.... hmmm... maybe I'd better lick all this gunk off to get a better look.
Mishka: I wanna see too..... I'm coming around to look.
Jonas: Waaahh!!! I'm cold and I can't see anything. Oh wait now... I think I see something... what is this thing licking me.... oh! ah!.... I think I smell something yummy!
Jonas: Could you stop licking me?! I'm trying to get to the nice smelling part of you. I can't get these long things under me to work. What's happening?
Kracker: It's trying to move.... gak.... it's trying to lick my belly.... hmmm.... that's weird.
Mishka: I still can't figure out what it is.
Jonas: Gak! What the heck are you..... I sure hope you are not my momma.... hey what is this.... ahhhh ... what's going on? One minute I smell milk, and the next I'm getting checked out by this big woolly white thing.
Mishka: See I told you something fell out of your butt..... it is kind of cute though.
Kracker: Slurp.... I think it is a baby.... Oh my God..... it's a baby!?!!!!!.... how did that happen... I bet that big black balogna butt with the curly horns had something to do with this last fall. He kept jumping on me and shoving something where the sun don't shine.
Mishka: Hey you guys come and look at this..... uhhh... ain't it cute....
Jonas: Whaaahhhh..... I want milk..... I wish these stupid legs would work.
Krunch: Hey.... I'm an Auntie.....
Kracker: Yeah well... you wait.... I saw that big curly horned balogna butt jumping on you too!
Sunday Morning Relaxation
This is the second week of relaxation on a Sunday morning. Retirement is great. Now I can decide to go to church when I want. I, at the moment, am having a self imposed exile from church. That doesn't mean that I am no longer interested in God or anything to do with Christianity. I am just basking in my Jonas-like lifestyle away from my local church. For the last ten years I have been a lay reader here in HH. I started out ten years ago as a help to our half time minister. Over the years there has been an escalation in my duties as a lay reader. I also have taken on many other positions to the point where I am worn out. So when I decided a few weeks ago to resign from all my positions as a church leader I wasn't quite sure what my reaction would be. Would I feel good about it or would I feel a sense of loss. So two weeks has passed and I am realizing that for the first time in years I feel free. Sunday is now a day of choice and not a day of obligation. Now I can choose which church I would like to attend, now I can choose whether I want to attend or whether I would like to stay home and enjoy Michael Enright on CBC radio. It is a pleasure that I have fore gone for many years.
I am hoping to enjoy a day at the shooting range later on with the JCRs. There will be hot dogs for supper and I may bring a pot of soup along. Hubby will be heading off momentarily for a birthday party and bringing along a gift for a little guy who is the son of a friend of ours. Sunday without the obligation of church is strangely different.
Yesterday I headed over to Alberta for a day of learning about Temari balls and recycling for spinners and weavers. I started my first Temari ball and didn't get very far. So I will work on it when I get the big j.c. finished. Speaking of the big j.c., I am working away at it. I have now got one sleeve half finished. I probably would have more done except yesterday was lost to my workshop. So today I am back at the big j.c. and sleeves which need to be finished, then, the lining needs to be cut and sewed in, collar sewed on, embroidery finished and buttons dyed and painted. Almost there. Just a little more effort and I will be done. I will be glad.
So what am I doing, sitting here writing? I should be weaving. And so it begins. Once again the day has begun and so should I.
I am hoping to enjoy a day at the shooting range later on with the JCRs. There will be hot dogs for supper and I may bring a pot of soup along. Hubby will be heading off momentarily for a birthday party and bringing along a gift for a little guy who is the son of a friend of ours. Sunday without the obligation of church is strangely different.
Yesterday I headed over to Alberta for a day of learning about Temari balls and recycling for spinners and weavers. I started my first Temari ball and didn't get very far. So I will work on it when I get the big j.c. finished. Speaking of the big j.c., I am working away at it. I have now got one sleeve half finished. I probably would have more done except yesterday was lost to my workshop. So today I am back at the big j.c. and sleeves which need to be finished, then, the lining needs to be cut and sewed in, collar sewed on, embroidery finished and buttons dyed and painted. Almost there. Just a little more effort and I will be done. I will be glad.
So what am I doing, sitting here writing? I should be weaving. And so it begins. Once again the day has begun and so should I.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Its A Better Day
The sun is shining gloriously and today the big j.c. rears its ugly head. Its head down and arse up as I get down to this project once again. (I know that head down and arse up will raise an eyebrow or two but for fishermen hanging over the side of their boats and hauling in a catch of fish it was the way to say hard at work! It might work for a prostitute too!! Anyway, for me it means hard at work on the big j.c....) The warp is on and today means weaving. I think weaving on the deck will do quite nicely.
We are still waiting for lambs and Fanny looks like she is go to bust a part at the seams. Little Red looks like she is a ship on the ocean with her rolling gait. They both carried twins last year and I'm thinking that they are carrying twins again. But each morning I get up expecting to see wee lambs in the paddock but no lambs await us yet. I'm not quite sure who is lambing this year. We will see. I don't think Ipwitch, the white ram, was successful but I know Oscar the black ram was successful. So now we will see which colour lambs I get black or white. I'm hoping for at least three white ones... there are three black sheep that I want to butcher and I want to have white ones to replace them. But then the good Lord only knows when and what.
I have been having knitting DTs lately as when I put down the lace gloves a few months ago I stopped thinking about knitting for a while today I got out an old project that I didn't finish last year because I ran out of yarn and looked it over with the thought of getting back to it. I have since then spun enough yarn that matches to go on with. With tonight being knit night I think I will work on that project this evening.
We have all been feeling a little subdued with the loss of Duff. But we all feel that a new dog will help with taking our minds off our loss. So I have been looking around with that in mind to bring home a pup of some kind. We are being very specific though. Primarily we don't want a black dog or a dog with black as the main colour.... I don't know why.... we also have to have one that will be good with animals. We want a medium to large dog. Tootsie is still our house dog and we do not want to replace him. I severely miss having a dog to walk with in the mornings and though Duff has only been gone for a little over twenty four hours she has not walked with me for well over a week. We thought about a pure bred dog and decided we are a mutt family. Tootsie is a pure bred and while we love him we weren't really concerned with the fact that he has blue blood. Who cares. Mostly we want a dog that will groove with our family and that is not always easy to find.... it may take us a long time to find something we are happy with.... the most important thing is that we find a dog that is young.... and trainable. I always say that it takes a good two years to get a dog trained the way you want them.... and it is hard work.... I do really like Irish Wolfhounds though and always thought that one day I might own one. Mind you with our small house an IWH might be like putting a horse in our house!
Anyway the morning is moving on and Hubby has left to go to FSJ for a teacher workshop. The girls have eaten breakfast and since I am taking them to school I had better have at it and get myself ready.
Spring is definitely in the air.
We are still waiting for lambs and Fanny looks like she is go to bust a part at the seams. Little Red looks like she is a ship on the ocean with her rolling gait. They both carried twins last year and I'm thinking that they are carrying twins again. But each morning I get up expecting to see wee lambs in the paddock but no lambs await us yet. I'm not quite sure who is lambing this year. We will see. I don't think Ipwitch, the white ram, was successful but I know Oscar the black ram was successful. So now we will see which colour lambs I get black or white. I'm hoping for at least three white ones... there are three black sheep that I want to butcher and I want to have white ones to replace them. But then the good Lord only knows when and what.
I have been having knitting DTs lately as when I put down the lace gloves a few months ago I stopped thinking about knitting for a while today I got out an old project that I didn't finish last year because I ran out of yarn and looked it over with the thought of getting back to it. I have since then spun enough yarn that matches to go on with. With tonight being knit night I think I will work on that project this evening.
We have all been feeling a little subdued with the loss of Duff. But we all feel that a new dog will help with taking our minds off our loss. So I have been looking around with that in mind to bring home a pup of some kind. We are being very specific though. Primarily we don't want a black dog or a dog with black as the main colour.... I don't know why.... we also have to have one that will be good with animals. We want a medium to large dog. Tootsie is still our house dog and we do not want to replace him. I severely miss having a dog to walk with in the mornings and though Duff has only been gone for a little over twenty four hours she has not walked with me for well over a week. We thought about a pure bred dog and decided we are a mutt family. Tootsie is a pure bred and while we love him we weren't really concerned with the fact that he has blue blood. Who cares. Mostly we want a dog that will groove with our family and that is not always easy to find.... it may take us a long time to find something we are happy with.... the most important thing is that we find a dog that is young.... and trainable. I always say that it takes a good two years to get a dog trained the way you want them.... and it is hard work.... I do really like Irish Wolfhounds though and always thought that one day I might own one. Mind you with our small house an IWH might be like putting a horse in our house!
Anyway the morning is moving on and Hubby has left to go to FSJ for a teacher workshop. The girls have eaten breakfast and since I am taking them to school I had better have at it and get myself ready.
Spring is definitely in the air.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Emptiness
The day is blustery. The grey clouds pass quickly overhead and on the fence there is a yardage of bailing twine blowing in the wind. I walk out my door this morning and there is something missing. There is no big galumping dog waiting for me to give the word to head down the trails for our morning walk.
A new Inukshuk stands on a knoll by the trail leading to the electrical shed. Inukshuks were used for many years to give the Inuit of the North markers on a markerless landscape. They were meant to help show the way home. Our Inukshuk is to show our old good dog a way home. She watches, ever faithful over our home and farm in her final resting place. I hope she has found her way home.
And our hearts are broken.
A new Inukshuk stands on a knoll by the trail leading to the electrical shed. Inukshuks were used for many years to give the Inuit of the North markers on a markerless landscape. They were meant to help show the way home. Our Inukshuk is to show our old good dog a way home. She watches, ever faithful over our home and farm in her final resting place. I hope she has found her way home.
And our hearts are broken.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Poor Big Dog
It's hard to watch. A week ago she was following me around when I went to check on the sheep. We've watched her deteriorate all week. She barely lifts her head and she won't take food anymore. She lies listlessly watching what we are doing and she can't get up and move. It has been three days since she last ate and today she won't take water. This morning she was whimpering when I got up at 5:30 a.m. The meds are not working and though I knew this two days ago Hubby had not come to terms with it.... We all had to be on the same page. Today she will go on her last car trip, today she will see her last sunrise.
Figgy Duff
November 2000 - April 2010
So sad, we are, to lose our friend and loyal companion.
Figgy Duff
November 2000 - April 2010
So sad, we are, to lose our friend and loyal companion.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Vets, Birthdays, And $$$$
Happy Bitherday to me.... I mean Bitherday.... not Birthday..... so there is a bit of a story behind that one.... want me to tell it? Well, Ok.
Once upon a time there was a little girl who was in grade one and she really liked her teacher. One day the teacher assigned a project to the whole class. All the grade one students had to make a diary for art class and then write in it for a whole month. The little girl got down to it and pulled out all of her favorite coloured construction paper. She cut and she pasted and she stapeled and she glued and when she was finished she had used all of her creative energy on her diary. It looked really pretty, sort of like and red juicy apple with a green leaf and a worm sticking out. She got a really good mark on the art part of the diary.
But now she had to take her diary home and write in her diary every day for a whole month! The little girl was not a particularly good scholar and so each night she would look at her diary and write something about her day.... it wasn't much but the teacher had said that it needn't be any more than a sentence or two. When the month was over (the month of April) the little girl handed in her assignment and it was marked and passed back..... she had passed and that was that. Or so she thought....
Many years later, when the little girl had grown up and had finally finished school, her mother gave her a keepsake as a graduation gift.... It was a scrapbook of all the work the little girl had done over the years in school. The little girl smiled as she read through some of the projects her mother had kept.... until she came to the grade one section and there before her was the Apple shaped diary she had so lovingly made in grade one. She began to read it and it read something like this...
April 1
I saw a flower.
April 2
I saw a flower.
April 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,
I saw a flower.
April 15
I piked a flower.
April 16,
I had a Bitherday
April 17
It rained.
April 18
I went to my Grandfather's house
April 19
My Dad's car broked down.
April 20
My grandfather gave us a ride back home.
April 21, 22,23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30
I saw a flower.
The little girl, who had now grown up, laughed and laughed until she fell off her chair and the tears rolled down her cheeks.
From that day forward, the little girl always called her Birthday not a Birthday but a Bitherday. So happy Bitherday to me!
Oozle the Knob gave me a present this morning.... yes he did, the little pain in the a--! It all began yesterday. Duff the big dog has been ailing all year off and on. She has had a harder and harder time keeping food down and when she does it usually manages to come out the other end with a resounding rush! This has worried me. This has been a source of consternation for all of us. Hubby and I have been trying to find a food that is not a problem with our big pooch. (Hang in there, I know this has nothing to do with Oozle's gift.... but it is coming I promise.) Recently she has really taken a serious turn for the worst. The day the alpacas were gelded the vet checked her out and felt that it was fairly serious what was happening with Duff. Her blue eye has turned green which is usually significant considering that she is probably got a serious amount of toxins in her system. The vet took some blood samples and has put her on prednisone to see if that will help, but in all honesty I don't think it is... in all honesty I think our good big dog is not going to see another year.... maybe not even a month. With all this on my mind I have not really been paying too much attention to our other pets. Tootsie the wonder chicken herder is chasing balls in every attempt to seek attention and stares pathetically at us to play with him. Midnight our old cat just quietly sneaks off into a corner and steels food from the other pets bowls knowing while my mind is otherwise occupied he'll get away with it. And Oozle the Knob disappeared for the spring testosterone high of the year.
Lunch time yesterday.... I got a call from the Animal Control guy in town.... he asked if we owned an orange tabby cat. I answered, "Yes unfortunately."
After paying $25.00 to get the sod out of jail, I had agreed to get the blighter neutered.... ( I think I will call this nard week.... or maybe nardless week... ) anyway, when the vet called with Duff's blood test results, I made an appointment for this morning to neuter Oozle. Gak! at 8:30 a.m. I woke early once again worrying about Duff and got up to discover that I had a very angry cat in my living room. He wanted out to go find his Juliet, femme chat, honey pot, etc... He had been bathed and readied for the vet this morning since he came home from jail smelling pungent to the extreme. I crated him in a box. tied a rope around it so that he wouldn't go nuts in the truck... I knew this from experience (cats don't like vehicles but that's another story for another time). He began yowling before I got out of the driveway... so how was I to know. With all that yowling I thought he just wanted to get out of the box. Hmm.... Just before I got to the vet's, which is an hour's drive away..... hmmm.... he couldn't hold it anymore and quickly the truck was permeated with a smell soooo foul my eyes were soon watering. I pulled over on the side of the highway. Hmm.... what to do now? I got him out of the box and a leash on him and got him tied on without too much incident..... but I had a box most foul to deal with.... hmm. I chucked it in the back of the truck where the open air could deal with it and thought when I got to the vet's there would be a dumpster.
I began to drive with the cat in the back seat tied to the seatbelt so he wouldn't latch onto my head in an effort to appease his terror. (You'd be scared too if you were about to be nardless!) The smell was divine..... hmmm... ok so that was serious sarcasm! But in less than 10 minutes I was at the vet's and the windows have never been wider open. I untied the leash and carried a now very p----d off cat into the lobby, filled out the forms as a very nice lady took the offending-on-the-olfactory creature into the back where he would be injected with anasthetic before his procedure..... I at that point was thinking that a cat in a stove pipe was not such a bad idea. (For those of you who don't know.... some of the cowboys around here will perform the nardless surgery on cats for free.... just put them in a stovepipe upside down where they can't claw you, hold their back lags open, snip snip and it is done.... but it is very primitive and not very ethical.) I dropped the stinking box into the dumpster on the way out and was relieved to be rid of the smell.
In the truck once again.... hmm... the stinky smell is still stronger than it should be..... hmm....
I stop and get out to have a look.... no poo... no pee that I can see. That's when I discovered it. A large streak of poo..... yes.... it was on me! Lovely!
I spent $1000.00 dollars for vetrinarian services this week.... All that $$$ and not one cent for me on my Bitherday! All I got was a wet wipe to remove the poo.... but to be honest.... that's all I wanted... well, that and Oozle to be nardless.
I wonder what the bugger has in store for me when I go later to fetch him home!!
Once upon a time there was a little girl who was in grade one and she really liked her teacher. One day the teacher assigned a project to the whole class. All the grade one students had to make a diary for art class and then write in it for a whole month. The little girl got down to it and pulled out all of her favorite coloured construction paper. She cut and she pasted and she stapeled and she glued and when she was finished she had used all of her creative energy on her diary. It looked really pretty, sort of like and red juicy apple with a green leaf and a worm sticking out. She got a really good mark on the art part of the diary.
But now she had to take her diary home and write in her diary every day for a whole month! The little girl was not a particularly good scholar and so each night she would look at her diary and write something about her day.... it wasn't much but the teacher had said that it needn't be any more than a sentence or two. When the month was over (the month of April) the little girl handed in her assignment and it was marked and passed back..... she had passed and that was that. Or so she thought....
Many years later, when the little girl had grown up and had finally finished school, her mother gave her a keepsake as a graduation gift.... It was a scrapbook of all the work the little girl had done over the years in school. The little girl smiled as she read through some of the projects her mother had kept.... until she came to the grade one section and there before her was the Apple shaped diary she had so lovingly made in grade one. She began to read it and it read something like this...
April 1
I saw a flower.
April 2
I saw a flower.
April 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14,
I saw a flower.
April 15
I piked a flower.
April 16,
I had a Bitherday
April 17
It rained.
April 18
I went to my Grandfather's house
April 19
My Dad's car broked down.
April 20
My grandfather gave us a ride back home.
April 21, 22,23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30
I saw a flower.
The little girl, who had now grown up, laughed and laughed until she fell off her chair and the tears rolled down her cheeks.
From that day forward, the little girl always called her Birthday not a Birthday but a Bitherday. So happy Bitherday to me!
Oozle the Knob gave me a present this morning.... yes he did, the little pain in the a--! It all began yesterday. Duff the big dog has been ailing all year off and on. She has had a harder and harder time keeping food down and when she does it usually manages to come out the other end with a resounding rush! This has worried me. This has been a source of consternation for all of us. Hubby and I have been trying to find a food that is not a problem with our big pooch. (Hang in there, I know this has nothing to do with Oozle's gift.... but it is coming I promise.) Recently she has really taken a serious turn for the worst. The day the alpacas were gelded the vet checked her out and felt that it was fairly serious what was happening with Duff. Her blue eye has turned green which is usually significant considering that she is probably got a serious amount of toxins in her system. The vet took some blood samples and has put her on prednisone to see if that will help, but in all honesty I don't think it is... in all honesty I think our good big dog is not going to see another year.... maybe not even a month. With all this on my mind I have not really been paying too much attention to our other pets. Tootsie the wonder chicken herder is chasing balls in every attempt to seek attention and stares pathetically at us to play with him. Midnight our old cat just quietly sneaks off into a corner and steels food from the other pets bowls knowing while my mind is otherwise occupied he'll get away with it. And Oozle the Knob disappeared for the spring testosterone high of the year.
Lunch time yesterday.... I got a call from the Animal Control guy in town.... he asked if we owned an orange tabby cat. I answered, "Yes unfortunately."
After paying $25.00 to get the sod out of jail, I had agreed to get the blighter neutered.... ( I think I will call this nard week.... or maybe nardless week... ) anyway, when the vet called with Duff's blood test results, I made an appointment for this morning to neuter Oozle. Gak! at 8:30 a.m. I woke early once again worrying about Duff and got up to discover that I had a very angry cat in my living room. He wanted out to go find his Juliet, femme chat, honey pot, etc... He had been bathed and readied for the vet this morning since he came home from jail smelling pungent to the extreme. I crated him in a box. tied a rope around it so that he wouldn't go nuts in the truck... I knew this from experience (cats don't like vehicles but that's another story for another time). He began yowling before I got out of the driveway... so how was I to know. With all that yowling I thought he just wanted to get out of the box. Hmm.... Just before I got to the vet's, which is an hour's drive away..... hmmm.... he couldn't hold it anymore and quickly the truck was permeated with a smell soooo foul my eyes were soon watering. I pulled over on the side of the highway. Hmm.... what to do now? I got him out of the box and a leash on him and got him tied on without too much incident..... but I had a box most foul to deal with.... hmm. I chucked it in the back of the truck where the open air could deal with it and thought when I got to the vet's there would be a dumpster.
I began to drive with the cat in the back seat tied to the seatbelt so he wouldn't latch onto my head in an effort to appease his terror. (You'd be scared too if you were about to be nardless!) The smell was divine..... hmmm... ok so that was serious sarcasm! But in less than 10 minutes I was at the vet's and the windows have never been wider open. I untied the leash and carried a now very p----d off cat into the lobby, filled out the forms as a very nice lady took the offending-on-the-olfactory creature into the back where he would be injected with anasthetic before his procedure..... I at that point was thinking that a cat in a stove pipe was not such a bad idea. (For those of you who don't know.... some of the cowboys around here will perform the nardless surgery on cats for free.... just put them in a stovepipe upside down where they can't claw you, hold their back lags open, snip snip and it is done.... but it is very primitive and not very ethical.) I dropped the stinking box into the dumpster on the way out and was relieved to be rid of the smell.
In the truck once again.... hmm... the stinky smell is still stronger than it should be..... hmm....
I stop and get out to have a look.... no poo... no pee that I can see. That's when I discovered it. A large streak of poo..... yes.... it was on me! Lovely!
I spent $1000.00 dollars for vetrinarian services this week.... All that $$$ and not one cent for me on my Bitherday! All I got was a wet wipe to remove the poo.... but to be honest.... that's all I wanted... well, that and Oozle to be nardless.
I wonder what the bugger has in store for me when I go later to fetch him home!!
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