Casualty of Dogs

This weekend, I became a casualty of dogs once again. Precisely, Brownie the stray. It was a high-speed dog (him) collision  with stationary object (me) from behind. I was knocked off both feet and landed on my bum! My lower back is sore now and I had to skip gym this weekend.

This is the second collision with him. The first time was a head-on collision where he ran towards Ruki and me at high-speed, hit my shin and knees. That time I managed to re-balance myself (barely). I seriously think he has no braking system what so ever. I am still angry with him.

Offender 1: Haruki
My son's most severe offence was causing my sprained ankle - which still has not completely healed. I've resolved to the fact that it might be permanently damaged. For grand dad, it was falling on the ground and losing his favourite sunglasses.

Offender 2: Mariko
I can't recall anything as severe as a sprained ankle. Let's leave it this way.
But, my girl has the tendency to skip-walk which makes it all jerky walking her around. This means it's not good on my knees and wrists. Apart from that, just a whole lot of guilt trips for me, as she doesn't get to walk on weekdays and only gets to 2-street walks on weekends.

Offender 3: Cousin Bowzer
Last week, he caused the maid the fall and she broke her wrist. Apparently, it needs to be operated. As a result of this and previous offences (like making his grandpa fall during their walks), I heard that he was given away to someone else this weekend. Grandma packed his bags while son and family were away on vacation. How tragic! Personally, I'm not agreeable with the outcome...it shouldn't be that when the going gets tough, the tough gets going. The boy should be sent to Obedience School to be schooled.... not to be sent away. Just my opinion.


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My baby is 3 today and...

I forgot....BAD MOMMA....



 

 

 

I was just thinking this morning how she will always be mummy's baby girl...no matter how old she is. It's the rainy season now...and she's always sticking by me because she's doesn't like the sounds of rain and thunder. When the heavy rain starts, she proceeds to her panic room - the bathtub in my bathroom.

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Look what came in the post today

 

Ok, that's not my hand but that was very well the size of the baby snake I found in my post box this morning. Normally, getting the post meant just sticking my hand into the postbox....but after a few heart-attack episodes of wriggly lizard sticking on envelopes, I have tended to look before pulling anything out of the box.

 

Today, I found no lizards. Just a snake.

 

The brave me wondered a while whether to call the fire department but decided to take matters on herself. Since the only tweezer-like contraption I had was an eyebrow tweezer, I had to use the next best thing - chopsticks!

 

The plan was to pick it up and put it on a relocation program via the morning's garbage. Unfortunately the little snake wriggled itself from my chopsticks and fell into the drain outlet. I really hope it goes far far way and not decide to return to my postbox.

 

The kids will have to get supervised garden visits from now on.



 

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My boy...the wounded warrrior

 

My son was attacked by a neighbour's German Sheppard while walking with his grand dad this evening. Okay, I think I may have exaggerated a little on the "warrior" bit. According to grand dad, when the black dog a.k.a. Darth Vader rushed out from the gates, my boy "Luke Skywalker" laid down like a sacrificial lamb. Although he has a fierce-sounding bark, my poor boy does not have a mean bone in him. After the confrontation, they continued doing their usual route, not knowing that the wound was deep.

 

As it was a Sunday, I had to take him to the animal hospital downtown. This is my boy looking like a trooper on arrival at the vet. The vet medical assistant remembered my boy ( or maybe the the psycho woman who came with her dog at 3 a.m.).

 

The wound left a hole in his right chest, about 2.5 inches long. According to the vet, it tore the muscle too. :(

 

He got 2 jabs - antibiotics and painkillers. His wounds were cleaned but had to be left open.

 

Poor boy needs stitches tomorrow as there are no doctors today. He will need to be under anaesthesia. Thankfully, he'll still get his dinner tonight. Then, no food after 11 p.m. until after his stitches are done because on aneaesthetics.

 

 

Tonight, he has started to limp and looks like he's in some discomfort :( 

 

I'm glad he is sleeping for now. I hope I'm strong enough to make it through the night and not end up driving to the hospital at 3 a.m. again.

 

 

Update (Mon 15 Oct): My boy got chest-shaved and stitched up this morning. Doc said his wound was filled with fur which is not a good thing. I'm thinking that it might have been better the vet shaved the area last night, when she cleaned his wound. Doing well. Doc said he can still go for his walks...no bed rest necessary.

 

Med bill @ Animal Hospital - RM205 (consult, general cleaning, painkiller & antiboitic injections)

Med bill @ Section 17 vet - RM250 (consult, anaethesia, stitches, painkiller injection, 10-days of painkiller & antibiotics)

 

hmm.... I think I found my new vet (after my old vet moved) and my boy is 40 kg. He needs to go on diet again.

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My girl, the supermodel

 

For a long time now, I always noticed that my girl has a good strut. She really looks like she walking on 6-inch stilettos!

 

 

 

The boy, on the other hand, looks like he's wearing sneakers.

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