Whilst I wasn’t blogging, our beautiful Doris Dog died. We didn’t know it was coming. We had just adopted Rainie Roo in December, then Doris took a turn for the worst in January. Being strays, we never really knew how old Freya or Doris were. It’s all a bit of guess work with abandoned animals. Freya was about a year old when adopted and this is supported by the fact she grew a tiny bit taller after we got her. The same goes for Rainie who we adopted just before Christmas. But our Doris, we thought she was about 7 years old, but when she became unwell the vet that was assigned as Doris’ main vet said she was actually more likely 11 years old. Salukis have a 12 year life expectancy. We knew she wasn’t going to suddenly be cured. What I didn’t expect, and wasn’t ready for was […]
Our darling Doris has a lump, we first noticed it yesterday. So yesterday evening I phoned up a VetFone vet from MoreTh>n insurance (which we have access to as Wagglepets Ambassadors) and they advised me that there was no major panic but she would need seeing by our local vet soon. They talked through basic symptoms and ruled out the need for emergency veterinary treatment, which was helpful as it was after opening hours and a weekend. Pricey! Doris is in no obvious pain, walking and running fine, eating and drinking as normal. If she was suffering at all I would have paid the out of hours call out charges and had her seen immediately.
Halloween, great for us… a bit #$^! for Doris. My little darling has been freaking out all evening due to fireworks, never far from our sides. We all went for a walk for trick or treating, 2 adults, 2 kids and 2 dogs. Freya was fine, but on one house the kids knocked on there was no answer. Seconds later we knew why, they were just lighting the fireworks in their back yard. Doris tried to run across a road dragging me behind her, I managed to hold the lead. She was wriggling all over the place and her tail was so down it was touching her chest.
This week a postie knocked with a nice parcel. A Pawsome box for Freya and Doris to share. It’s like a “beauty box” but full of doggy treats and toys not make up and lotions. A random selection of goodies for your best friend, as a subscription box. A great idea I think, it takes away the dilemma of choice. I often end up buying the girls the same treats, the same type of toys – it’s easy to end up with favourites and not look at new things. Discount code at the end of this post.
Tuesday was a normalish day, we walked around the city finding the Scrumpty statues. We walked about 4 kilometres, then I drove to the last one as my parking ticket was nearly up. You do not want to mess with parking in Gloucester, we have almost as many parking wardens as car parks. After getting home it was calm but not that quiet. A neighbour was doing DIY so there was some muffled banging. Freya and Doris went upstairs, I assumed to steal my bed, but half an hour later I heard rather louder noises. Banging, thumping, scratching. Before I could investigate something hits the ground in the garden. Something brown, and fluffy… jesus it’s Freya!