Bad dog day out 4
Today this has been happening. Kids and steam trains, plus Freya’s first train experience.
Today this has been happening. Kids and steam trains, plus Freya’s first train experience.
As promised, some better photos of my new chickens. Edwina is a cuckoo dorking and Anneka is a black coaching. Tikka is just a normal chicken, sorry Tikka.
Tikka the chicken was struggling and lonely since Freya Woof “got” poor Fajita. So yesterday we drove a few miles into the countryside to a farm to get a few more chickens. That was the plan, a few small, cheap chickens. The hens the boys chose were not cheap. I should have said “No way” at the prices, but the boys had decided and I didn’t have the heart to refuse. £35 each!! Ah well, it’s done now.
Today Freya Woof learnt to open the back door handle. Today she did this as I was in the garden feeding our chickens. She got Fajita, and I got to them so fast. I screamed at Freya and lifted my hand (a warning not being mean), she loosened her grip, but didn’t let go. I snatched my poor hen. Freya had her only by feathers at this point, so I inadvertently plucked a few more feathers from Fajita. Both our chickens ran for the house for safety and I got Freya’s collar and walked her to her crate for “time out”. I have kept them separate until this scuffle, and Freya is never allowed in the back garden.
I am not a smoker but I used to be. E-cigs weren’t “a thing” when I was a smoker. One thing that never occurred to me is that nicotine might also harm my pets, and now it’s concentrated nicotine in these vapour or e-cigs then it’s all the potency of a few packets in one single cigarette sized tube of doggy poison. Following reports that a puppy in Cornwall has died after biting into an e-cigarette refill, vets are warning pet owners to ensure they are kept out of reach of animals. Nicotine poisoning acts very quickly and can be fatal, especially when large doses are involved. E-cigarettes and refills can easily contain sufficient quantities of nicotine to kill a small animal very quickly.If you use e-cigarettes, we recommend storing all equipment safely out of reach of your pet. If you suspect your pet has chewed or eaten an e-cigarette […]
Yesterday the kids were bored and moaning they didn’t want to go out. They’d gone a bit stir crazy in fact and all the overly aggressive “playing” was worrying me. It was one of them days. After another time-out moment Blokey and I told them to get coats, shoes and the woofs lead. We hadn’t had lunch yet, and Blokey and I just needed to get them out of the house. We popped to a certain popular drive through to grab lunch without leaving the woof.
If like me you’re bad at remembering dates when you should or shouldn’t be doing things for your hounds health might I suggest the 1st of each month? About 6 weeks ago I last did Freya’s flea treatment, and I couldn’t remember the date I used the flea spot on at all. So I’ve waited until the end of the month so in future knowing the date its due is easy peasy. Today will also be worming tablet day. I know she’s not going to volunteer to eat a tablet so this will go into chunks of meat from our dinner later this evening. She won’t notice it so much then, and it makes those yukky looking tablets a reward, not something to be wary of.
It would be hard for regular blog readers to have not realised I adore my woofer. She was a rescue from Dogs Trust, she had been stray and severely underweight. She fitted in here so fast, and although we have only been in her life since October 2013 she is now utterly irreplaceable. She loves attention, and being a nuisance to the neighbours cats, and running on the muddy field, and (weirdly) the vets. Most dogs dislike posties and vets, not Freya – she hugs them – paws on to their tummies and wagging her tail super fast with her head squashing into them in a please please stroke me kind of way. She is patient and kind and loving and daft. That’s right, daft, she will scratch her nose and growl at her paws if she can’t scratch that itch. If her water or food bowls are empty she […]
I’ve spent the last few days syringe feeding Maggie but its over. I tried dear Maggie, I’m sorry you couldn’t pull through. I let Bart and Mo, her hutch buddies, see her and say bye. Bart sniffed at her then tried putting his nose to hers, I guess he was checking for breathing. Mo looked sad, hopped past her and turned round so he was facing the same way Maggie’s body was, and laid down with her. That broke the tears out. He took about 1 minute, maybe an effort to warm her up? Then sulked off to his bedroom. I pick her up in her tea towel shroud and kiss her head and stroke her a final time. Good night my Maggie, just as the sun sets, good night Maggie Moo.
My little cutey with the attitude, Maggie rabbit, is ill. 50/50 chance ill. When I bought her for a tenner it felt like a rehome/rescue. She was living with a breeder who proudly said what a good mother Maggie was, and how I could get “decent money if you breed her.” Of course I wanted her to retire her immediately. The poor little bun was terrified of the people she was with and hated the male rabbits she was in tiny hutches next to.
My lad D loves Freya Woof. He loves it more when we can play without other dogs nearby. This kids park is unusual, dogs are allowed in on leads. These photos were taken just before Christmas but I forgot to blog them. In my opinion you can see a loving bond between Freya and D. I loves them both <3
Ok it’s Freya walking us really but it’s fun letting her off the lead. She is mad as a box of frogs. It’s tricky to photo her so I video’d instead. But first we had to wait for other dog walkers to leave the fields.