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Here's a postbox topper dragon with daffodils that I met today in Ystradgynlais.

It's been a busy couple of days: yesterday I went to art group, packed games to post, and went swimming at Freshwater East with the Bluetits (the thermometers swore the sea was at 10 degrees, and although the sun was shining, I am sure those thermometers were optimistic by at least 3 degrees: we were not blue, but we were certainly very pink when we got out)

Then today I got up early, baked some bread, took Theo to a scentwork class. He was pretty good at it though he was a bit surprised I wanted him to find such easy things over and over. Next time we get to hunt for smaller things, but he has homework: a pair of large plumbing pipes screwed to boards, that he must practice finding things in for his homework.

Then since the sun was shining I and Pp hared off in the car eastward, and drove some of the mountain roads, from Llangadog to Brynaman, to Ystradgynlais (a surprisingly busy and thriving little town: would lunch again) to Defynnog and back along narrow lanes across the mountains through Ystradfellte and home via Neath.

We drove over the Black Mountain, but it was more golden in the sun today.

An Update

Nov. 14th, 2024 11:46 pm
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For some reason I haven't posted here in ages, but I don't really want to drop out of the habit, so here's an attempt to catch up. 

Itching things
Read more... )I am now feeding Theo the new insect-based dog food pellets, which he seems to like a lot, as much as almost anything apart from cheese.  Cheese is his absolute favorite thing. 

Nenya cat remains competent and untroubled by Woes. 

Not even going to try to post about World Events.  Times too interesting. 

I read a copy of Neil Gaiman's M is for Magic which had been hanging around, to try to decide if I wanted to keep any of my Neil Gaiman books, now that it turns out he's a creepy sexual predator. Haven't decided, but did conclude the end of M is for Magic seemed oddly cold and depressing, so I will probably get rid at least of that one. 

The number of orders arriving at the Shop on the Borderlands is up considerably on last year, but the value of orders is not: we are mooching along sending out about 20% more stuff, but with about the same money coming in as last year.  Unsure if this is down to what we've got in stock, macroeconomic trends, or just... randomness.  We have reduced the enormous backlog of RPGs in the house but not in the Shop, however, which has to be a good thing. We might even have slain the backlog by the New Year at this rate. 




We took the canoe out a couple of days ago, just a gentle paddle for half an hour.  I wanted to check that she was still in good condition, thinking of probably selling her in the Spring. She's not really best adapted for the amount of wind we get here, and we haven't used her much since we got the kayaks and the boat.  I will miss her but hopefully we can find a more up-river home for her where she will get further moderately-sedate adventures. 

Ears again

Aug. 15th, 2024 10:42 pm
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 I see I made myself an Absurdly Large Ears tag last year, but then forgot about it. 

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I've also been giving him Piriton and probiotics.  I tried removing chicken from his diet, but none of these measures seem to have entirely sorted out the situation. 
 
I've now ordered some ear stuff from Stinky Stuff.  It's nigella seed oil with olive and coconut oil.  I'm a bit dubious about it being snake oil, but there does seem to be some support for nigella seed being effective against minor ear issues in dogs.  And it's well reviewed, though really one cannot tell at all any more if online reviews are posted by actual customers or bots.  And for that matter, the evidence of actual customers is pretty shaky. 
 
If the problem were worse I'd have him back to the vet, of course.  But I know that he's not going to let the vet put the otoscope even in the less-sore ear, and when I had him in to the vet in the spring (May, I think) the vet was quite unhappy about prescribing antibiotic drops without using the otoscope first.  I'd quite like them to take samples and check them to see what the problem actually is, if it gets worse, too.  I bet that they won't be happy with me taking samples, so again that will involve knocking him out. 
 
So  going back to the vet again about this is going to involve full sedation, and so I'm trying all the options to see if we can sort it without that. 
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I feel like I've fallen enough behind posting that I'm just going to type random things that come to mind.

It poured with rain today, but I walked to Pembroke with Theo anyway, and went to a coffee shop.

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What else have I been doing? I've kayaked across the Cleddau river to swim on the other side a few times, though this summer is cooler and wetter than last, so there's been less kayaking in general.

I took Pp and Theo for a wander along Lindsway Bay to peer at the lighthouse we briefly considered buying when we were moving to Pembrokeshire, and concluded that as we had suspected, buying it would have been a terrible mistake. Another mistake was that days' assumption that the forecast cloud would keep Pp cool enough to go walking: it was waaaay too hot for him.

I went down to Devon to visit my mother at the end of July: I've not been able to go for a while because Rosie wasn't up to the journey and I was worried about leaving her.

It was a good visit, even though it rained a lot there too. We drove over to Widemouth Bay on the North coast and wandered around on a Cornish beach for a change, pottered around Tavistock, and I took Theo up for a walk on the moors. Baked a banana bread with bonus kiwi fruit in it.

I voted in the election, despite my polling card arriving about a week too late.

Oh, and we did take the Celtic Longboat rowers for a Long Row, though not for the planned Fishguard to Pwllheli row, since they weren't able to get a support yacht, which was required for that race. Instead they rowed from Gelliswick to Saundersfoot, which is still a respectable distance and further than we'd been before in the RIB.

It was a bit stressful in the harbour in Saundersfoot, which is a drying harbour with a lot of mud at low tide and not a lot of room to manoever a very long and fragile thing that is the Celtic Longboat. We got our propeller caught on a buoy rope. But it was fine, and probably a good experience of things going a bit wrong.

We'd completely forgotten that Mondays come after Sundays, which was important, because the Castlemartin Firing range is closed on Sundays, but not on Mondays, and we had to come home in the RIB on Monday. So we ended up going a couple miles out to sea to avoid it, which was the furthest we've been out to sea. We probably need a better radio with more range to do that again.
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Sunday evening, my car, who is elderly and sometimes likes to come up with intersting surprises, decided to drop a window into the door and leave it there, so I'd taken it down into Gunnislake to at least get the window jammed in the 'up' position while the garage searched for a second-hand spare part on Ebay (I love that they do this automatically now :-D)

So today I had to go pick it up, and since Pp has a horrible cold and the sun was shining brilliantly, I decided to walk in with the hounds, and the Shop on the Borderlands orders in a backpack to go to the post-office and the garage too. I went all the way in warm sunshine and didn't even need my waterproof coat.

Is it me, or is it a very early spring? The camellia bush in my garden is in full bloom, the snowdrops in the lanes are all out and the primroses and daffodils are well on the way to joining them.

Theo, full of the joys of spring, has suddenly discovered that humping is a thing he likes to do. I guess this means he is officially No Longer a Puppy. :-D  Fortunately he doesn't have the nerve to try it on with Rosie, who would certainly hand him his floppy ears if he did. 
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He found it very exciting, and also exhausting.  There were two other puppies in his class, a Labrador and a Springer spaniel, plus one older dog who was attending because he pulled on the lead.  We met more puppies coming for the second hourly class as we left, too, so that was very exciting for her. 

The Springer, a month younger than Theo, was very obviously fearful, and barked defensively at all the other dogs and the trainer's small child who was with her (due to lack of babysitter. Just over 1 year old, and very dog-friendly!).  But he warmed up over the course of the class and by the end he and Theo were playbowing at one another. Theo did very well.   I had forgotten just how often you need to reward when you are starting out training — I've got out of the habit with Rosie, who will rarely take any food rewards.  Theo does not have that problem.  But I rather fear that any food rewards will be considered less of a draw than hunting, when he is a little older.  He already finds squirrels quite unbearably exciting, and has caught no less than three mice in the garden!   

He's got the hang of asking to go out when he needs to, and sleeping through the night in his crate now, so I am no longer sleeping on the sofa and popping out with him for hourly pee breaks, which is a relief.

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...Lurcher stands awkwardly in background. Poor Rosie.  She didn't want to play with him today. I should get my old manual lenses out. The autofocus lens can't cope with puppy heading towards it at top speed.  At the moment, recall training is going swimmingly, since Theo is still at the age where a sliver of cheese or a biscuit is SUPER EXCITING.  I shall have to be careful not to rely too much on this once he is a bit older and starts testing limits.

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Things don't get simpler...  )

Oh, while I am doing a dog-related post, here's an article about dogs in the middle of controlling relationships. Nothing to do with Bob, but made me go :-o. The world has some very odd people in it.
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 The back leg which was operated on, and is now thought to be rejecting the metal implant, is not improving: in fact, if anything it is worse.  There are big swollen bruised areas either side of the joint as well as across below the scar now, all filled with liquid.   I've been giving her gentle short walks, but after a few minutes on her feet the leg will already be shaking badly and it's clearly painful.   

What I'm not entirely sure of yet is whether another operation to remove the metalwork will have an outcome good enough to be worth the further pain, endless bandage changes etc.  If it really didn't heal and had to be amputated, I'm not sure how well she'd cope, given that one front leg can barely bend and is badly arthritic already. 

I'm going to give her a week of complete rest (which will not delight her) and see what it looks like after that.  
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Mollydog's back bad leg (the one that had the operation) was badly swollen this morning, so we've just been to the vet.  The hope is that she has just twisted and bruised it somehow, as the bone still seems solid where it was fused.  The swelling is considerable, and obviously painful, so she has antibiotics and is on complete rest till Monday, when she will see her surgeon (Rude Craig).  She's already on painkillers for her other bad leg, so not much more to add there, though I am wondering whether to break out the spare bottle of Metacam instead of Previcox tomorrow, as Rude Craig reckons it's better for fleshy type pains.

When the duty vet gave her an injection she warned me Mollydog might scream.  'Oh, she is usually quite brave about that sort of thing', I airily said.  Which normally, is true.  

But not this time.  She did her best Violet Elizabeth Bott act and screamed and screamed and screamed for about a minute...  Thankfully, she was not sick, but when we came out into the waiting room afterwards, all the waiting dog owners were strangely pale and silent. 
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Az and peas

Jun. 2nd, 2009 10:57 pm
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 Az is in a bit of a state. I'm not quite sure why but there were people breaking up sticks by the river this evening (to throw in for their dogs). I'm not sure if it was the fact that there were a group of them, or that they were holding sticks or the snapping noise, but he went all weird and shaky and every time we met anyone on our way back he ran into the woods and hid. He's been following me round all evening. I just tripped over him and he ran off tail between his legs as though I'd kicked him deliberately. Now he's sitting there rolling his eyes and looking woeful. I wonder if this means there is a thunderstorm on the way?

In other news, the first pea pod has formed! 
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I actually made this last year, but I didn't post it here then, so I thought it might amuse now...

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