Pictures I Found On My Phone…

 

I was having a giggle at my Instagram feed, which is all dogs, cats, and #MamaLove selfies with my knucklehead, with the occasional crocheted granny square thrown in!

I thought I’d see what was on my phone that isn’t my dogs or crochet…

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Ummm… a close-up of my right eye…!?

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A sister selfie!!!

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My daddy darling had some help blowing his candles out, from my nephew L   😀

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Me and my Glugs at the GDA ball

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A selfie of moi – after my sister straightened my hair for me

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I did it too – traded Stickeez!

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A “Hand Man”!

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My mommy darling’s recipe book… Brings back SO many memories!

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My sister C has a pooch all of her own! This is Missy!

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Our Magic cat…

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Our Penny… She’s a total daddy’s girl!

Dreaming Big…

I have been having insane dreams lately…

Last night I dreamed the earth was invaded by aliens, in ships that looked like a combination of Stargate and Star Wars vessels… and there had apparently been some form of the Rapture that I had missed! I was yelling “Its Fringe! Fringe was right all along!” and we were all armed. My mom was in a hospital, on the 10th floor, and my dad went up to see her but the aliens – assisted by giant spiders – blew up the lifts so we couldn’t get to my mom and she couldn’t walk down the stairs ‘coz of whatever surgery she’d had… But we could talk to her and my dad through the window, from the ground, and they were only one floor above us! I was very upset at missing the rapture, but I was also upset because I couldn’t get to my dogs!

Another night I dreamed my folks were living in a big house inside a complex, and they had some kind of mining operation on the go under the house. A friend of ours – Jessica – was there too, and she reckoned she was an expert and put a bomb in a hole in a wall in the house – not under the house – and proceeded to blow a bigger hole in the wall, and blow all the windows out of the surrounding houses, both of us laughing our heads off!
At the same time, I’m being called by my folks to see to my dogs ‘coz a woman dressed like Father Christmas was trying to get in the gate and they were trying to get out.

Those aren’t even the kakkest dreams I’ve had, and I have no idea why! And my dogs are almost always in the dreams!

I’m sleeping well. I’m not drinking coffee late at night, o eating cheese…

Etiquette at the Vet

If you have a dog, or a cat, or a few of each like we do, you will have been at the vet at some point.

I spend quite a lot of time at our vet… We do the normal vet visits for inoculations – with four dogs and four cats we take one a month so we don’t go broke. 🙂 We also have some special needs pets. We have a half-blind cat named Twister, who was born deformed and is now on a special diet ‘coz he gets crystals in his urine and then pees everywhere except in the litterboxes.
We have a blind Labrador name Riddick, who has cataracts as well, and has now been diagnosed diabetic and is on insulin.
We have an epileptic dog named Louise who is pretty much okay most of the time, as long as she has her meds…
And I stop in once a week with whichever Guide Dog puppy we have so they can be weighed, and get used to being in the vet’s office.
Our vet’s receptionists get to know our zoo quite well.

When I do go to the vet, my dogs are on lead, and my cats are on lead AND crated – as per the signs in the vet’s reception.
Keeping the cats away from other animals in the reception is pretty easy, their being in crates. Keeping the dogs away from other dogs though, is a whole ‘nother kettle of bananas! :/
I try not to let my dogs meet the other dogs in reception while we wait for our turn, for a few reasons.
One – I don’t know if the other animals in the reception area are sick or injured, and whether or not the reason they are at the vet is contagious.
Two – I don’t know if they are properly socialised, or treated for ticks and fleas, and whilst I am getting pretty good at reading doggy body language, I would rather not risk illness or injury to my dog by letting them play willy-nilly. Not at the vet, at least.
Three – my Guide Dog puppies are in training, learning to be okay wth vet visits as well as learning to ignore other dogs.

In my experience, people with dogs who may be aggressive will usually wait outside until they are called in by the vet, but too many people waiting in the reception – who don’t know anything about my dog or why we may be there – will ignore my attempts to keep my dog’s attention on me, and bring their dog over to “say hello”!
They don’t know, and they don’t ask, if I’m there to get my dog treated for an illness, or something that their dog could catch, or just for regular inoculations.
I don’t understand it!

Please, for all our sakes, take a seat and keep your dog close.

You aren’t doing your dog- or mine- any favours by getting them all excited in the vet’s reception area, and you could be putting my dog- or yours- at risk.