Post 567: A lay-in which was too short and fun with a puppy.
Who could have guessed that there would be a new furry relation in the shape of a cockapoo for our godchild’s birthday?
The RSPCA are a fine organisation and without them what would we do?
Their rehoming is a wonderful thing and this is where our niece got her doggie pressy. But it’s not simple.
The facts in this case are that the clutch of pups were 8 and there were 4 tan and 4 black cockapoos and over 2000 people putting in their own application to have one or two, at £350 each.
That Russ’ eldest was 19 means she’s able for her own dog, and the little black bag of bones and needle sharp teeth is in a great place at their home along with Russ’ Yorkie who is the elder statesman woman that creates the boundary’s. But that’s only normal.
Our young godchild works self employed as an animal carer or general gardener and everything in between but is getting a good name for herself by looking after homes and their animals while the owners are away (day and night). This is right up her street and has been lucrative and well appreciated sideline too.
One of the houses she looked after had a couple of horses, three dogs a cat and some chickens. She’s on her element with the horses and has grown up on ponies and horses all her life. So this new arrival is well homed.
Sorry I haven’t told you the name yet. Oopsy.
It’s Dolly (Parton). It’s to go with their Yorkie Lulu.
So Lulu is navigating her way through this early time of sharp teeth and boundless energy and no control until she calms down a bit in a few months time. Well I think we all hope Dolly does!
The late afternoon visit to my little-Brothers was a normal thing we’d do but because I’d buggered my back we were not staying long.
That was a problem I didn’t foresee but weighs heavy on my mind.
I’d been looking for something in the bookcase drawer, it was a bin bag for my bedroom litter bin normally filled to the brim with the empty pill blister packs.
It ends up an unnatural mountain of aluminium foil and clear plastic strips that reminds me of my health situation; I’m ill!
But going back to the injury, I was looking earnestly for the roll of bin bags where I thought they’d be bending over to look above the books on the lower shelf without success when, as I straightened up with I suppose a sideways motion from the left to straighten up a stabbing pain pearled my right hand side mid-right back around the ribs and creating a real strain where there shouldn’t be a strain.
What is happening to me?
We were getting ready for the café to have lunch out and there was no need for anyone to be rushing about causing problems for themselves so this was a double whammy.
I sat back on the bed and straightened up as best I could but I still had to get my skinny jeans on.
I struggled those jeans on my long but weak legs and stood up to button and zip up and go down when my Darling came in and as soon as I saw her and looked in her eyes I burst into tears…
She asked “what”!
I said “I’m week as a kitten”
After hugging for a while and hearing the caring words from my Darling in such a loving way I dried up and after she grabbed some tissues I was back in some kind of order.
I hobbled in and out of the house and car to get to the café and had lunch without any hitches. Then went home to chill before heading up to little Bro’s.
It was dark while walking around the back drive to get to the back garden of the house but we arrived safely and breezed into the garden and was immediately confronted with a two seater bench full of pumpkins of all sizes small and gourds of all shapes.
It’s such a short season for pumpkin scooping out and cooking or carving you are left with pretty vegetables that have such a short but happy life as lit lamps of orange. A quick bit of fun and then forgotten as fast.
We left the orange array on the old wooden bench and followed the path to the conservatory door, by which time Lulu had spotted us and ran at us yapping. But what we saw behind her was unbelievable. A wee black curly headed doggie that was all bones and sharp teeth when you pick her up.
After the introductions we saw the biggest smile on our godchild. She was in heaven as it was her birthday pressy to love and live with in the mad house that is little Bro’s home.
The short stay we attempted to have there was not going as planned because this little black puppy had my Darlings full attention. She wouldn’t leave the little pup held court for the whole time and everyone had a cuddle and a bite while the evening wore on. The cake and obligatory singing of that birthday song was boldly sung and the candles blown out and cake sliced and shared. Not that I needed it after the huge gammon egg and chips (plus tomato) at the café.
Lovely jubley.
So my Darling was drunk on puppyitus and wanted a little doggie now. Oh dear! That’s not good ha ha.
The more my Darling wanted one the less I liked the idea. But it was fun to see my Darling running and playing with this puppy like she was half her age. Real fun and quite unbelievable how much energy she had when the little black curly haired nipper came near her.
Well that was the day today with its ups and downs.
I’ll stay in bed tomorrow and rest up forgetting about the issues of yesterday especially the back.
I think most of these damages to my back are temporary and I just need to avoid the damage in the first place.
Take care and stay warm.
