Skunk Alert

Sunday morning early and I did my usual stumbling from the bed to the front door to let the mutts out to do their business and then off to the kitchen to make the first coffee of the day......
and there I was, waiting for the water to boil, when I heard an awful lot of screaming and yapping in the wood and pretty soon purple clouds of skunk stench came sailing into my house.
Skunks are nocturnal so chances are the mutts got to this one just as she or he was getting ready to go to sleep and really, really pissed her/him off. I have smelled a lot of skunks, but this one was so strong my eyes started to water and my nose to run. And yes, when the culprits returned, they did not exactly smell of roses and lavender........yucky pooh but they stank. And still do, for I have decided that if they are stupid enough to tackle a skunk then they may as well suffer the consequences, but as usual
it is I who get the short end of the stick, because I have to live with them *eau de skunk* or not.
Maybe i will give them a bath.......maybe

Doggie Dessert

So there we were. Dinner over, the dogs happy ( I thought ) after their first REAL meal since the chicken and rice diet they have been on since getting unwell. And I had cut myself a piece of Queen's Cake ( no snide comments, please ) and turned around to the stove to get ready to make the obligatory after dinner pot of coffee.
When I happened to look back at the table there was NO cake on the plate, absolutely none.
One of the mangy mutts had managed to stretch and get a hold of the cake and devour it in a few bites.
All I could find were crumbs.
And guilty looking canines.
And all this after so much money spent on getting them better ( chocolate is very bad for dogs, as all dog lovers know )
Now all we can do is wait and hope that the chocolate, as opposed to distemper and poison, will not harm these incorrigible mutts.
Will they ever learn, or more to the point
will I ever learn.

Hi, I am vet.....

Arrogance of youth

Cousin Albin was told that I now, after hours and hours of gut wrenching, nerve wracking work, has a blog and asked for the address, which this person gave willingly and rapidly only to get a mail back in what seemed minutes, saying that he would like one too and, presto, after another minute or two, I got the address for HIS new blog.
This is not fair. Old and simpleminded folks have rights too, you know. And one of them is to not feel too silly when dealing with whippersnappers who know so much about computers. And play music too.
But can they bake a flawless Tarte Tatin ?
Ha, got you.

Better days

The vet has determined that things are going well. So now we can finish the treatments and hope that the mutts have learned a lesson and will stay away from bad food, cat poo, stinky wild animals, anything that moves in the jungle and get back to what they do best, barking at the occasional passer-by.
I am trying to take a photo of the vet for the world to see. Cross fingers.
We will be off on a walk now.

The Mangy Mutts

Sick as a dog

With a house full of dogs, and most of them mutts, there will always be a chance of illness. Add to that living in the woods and add to that, mutts with absolutely no discipline, and you know something will happen. And it did.
As I am writing this, we ( the vet and I ) are trying to cure two mutts of distemper and another two of some nasty poisoning.
That leaves me and the mother of three of the mini mutts with nervous break downs.
But we toil on, we shoot up the mangies and we clean up when they throw up and defecate from the drugs, because we know, with surety, that the drugs will cure everything. And when they are cured, maybe then we can find good and loving homes for them all.
And me too.