Saturday 24 January 2009

Tinkerbell has her first visit to the vets

Today Tinkerbell had her first treatment at the vets, little did we know on that on the start of our doggy journey we would be there so often with one or other off the vets would be on first name terms.

Tinkerbell and Bluebell were having a grand old time playing with a lovely black Greyhound on our walk but when we got home from the walk we notice the poor girl had sliced her paw open. The emergency vet squeezed us in as it was a really nasty cut.

Normally you ring the vet at an allotted time to arrange discharge and collection. At least a couple of hours before we expected to pick her up the vet called me to say Tinkerbell was ready to go home. I could hear a dog screaming in the background. With some trepidation I asked ‘is that Tinkerbell?’ to which the vet replied, ‘yes she’s actually much better now she is sedated’

Blondie girl (RIP) 27th June 2007

Today Blondie the matriarch of our canine family was summoned to Rainbow Bridge. She my mum’s first ever dog and she has left a huge Ridgeback Cross size whole in our hearts.

Rest in peace you grand old girl.
xxx


Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together....

Author unknown...

Yippe we went out - but only to the tip

Today we left them alone for the first time. Okay a trip the tip to get rid of the garden rubbish is hardly a night at the Ritz but we were on our own for the first time in many weeks.

She had been quite barky whilst we were in the garden but then settled down so it seemed like an ideal moment to test them being left alone. We weren't gone long and when we got home I crept round the back of the house to see what they were up to. To my utter delight they were both happily snoozing on the sofa. I'm not ashamed to say I jumped up and down and clapped my hands with delight. It was a truly magical moment.

We don't need a social life do we?

Since Tinkerbell joined our family our world has been turned upside down. Unfortunately Tinkerbell isn't a dog that copes well with being alone. By alone I don't mean completely alone, initially were weren't even able to go to the garden and water the plants without her screaming the place down. It has meant our social life has taken a huge hammering for a time we were only able to go out independently.

We've been working on it and she is now okay to be left if Blue is with her which is something I suppose but we still can't leave her completely on her own.

We were just getting to the point of considering actually going out together and Inca has come into season. I'm told it's not uncommon for a stressed dog to come into season when she feels happy and settled and we should be pleased. To be perfectly honest I am far from pleased. I want my life back. I love her and adore her but there needs to be a balance between her needs and ours.

Bluebell who has never shown any sexual interest in any other dog has suddenly become a sex pest, he won't leave her alone and the shameless hussy is lapping up the attention.

It obviously means we can't leave them alone now. Even though he's been castrated I don't want him to get the taste of life a Lothario.

One step forwards two steps back

Tinkerbell had been settling in quietly in her crate with only a few minutes of creating a fuss. Tonight she went in of her own accord but then after she'd been in there a while started to kick up a right fuss. I'm suprised we didn't get a visit from the RSPCA she was making such a racket. It was heartbreaking but we had to ignore her. We knew she didn't need anything as we made sure all her needs were met before we put her in there. She can't be lonely or feeling unloved as we let her snuggle with us before putting her in there. Eventually we she realised the screaming and shouting would get her no where she shut up.

Until 4.10am that is...Something disturbed Bluebell. We tried to get him to go back to bed but finally gave in at 4.50am!

It's a good job I'm a morning person.