Spaying Piglet…

2 February, 2010

I spoke to the vet about spaying this evening.

I’ve been looking into it since Piggly was a little baby (she’s now an adolescent of 14.5 months old) and I decided I wanted her to have a couple of seasons first, because apparently whipping a little puppy’s bits out before they’ve matured stunts the dog’s development (despite the advice from many vets to have them ‘done’ at 6 months, before they’ve had a first period). At the same time, though, there are what appear to be objective studies which demonstrate that piglets puppies who go unspayed are more prone to hormone-related diseases (including cancer) later in life.

I also took advice also from a friend of my bezzy online pal–a highly regarded breeder of terriers–and I reckon that now that Piglet’s had two seasons it’s time to have her spayed. Having spoken to the vet, I think I’m going to book her in for Monday 22nd February.

Still, despite feeling pretty sure that it’s all for the best, I can’t shake off a feeling of real unhappiness at the idea of it. I’ve tried to work out why, but I can’t quite put my finger on it. Is it because I’ve not had puppies children of my own, and regret that? I don’t know, but that’s probably part of it. It could aso be because she’s such a truly lovely little dog in every way–pretty, loving, playful, michievous–and it seems a shame not to pass those Piggly genes on. That’s probably part of it too. I know I don’t like the idea of her being in pain after the operation, but in life, of course, it’s sometimes necessary to bear a little pain for a greater good.

I’m planning to ring the vet in the morning to make the appointment. Nothing is set in stone, though, so if anybody out there has strong views one way or the other then please let me know. I like to take everything into account before making decisions about important stuff like this.

*cries a bit*

*goes off to hug little Piglet*

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Dales trip video — Piglet’s Tail…

10 January, 2010

Here ya go! *g*

Piglet has made this video herself (clever wee thing), and has tried to fit the action to the words of the tune *g*


Finished uploading Dales pictures to Smugmug

10 January, 2010

Piggly en route to Clapham

All my pics are now on Smugmug.

Videos next…


Piglet in the Dales — pics

9 January, 2010

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More coming soon, but in the meantime here are a couple of great pics that Colin got just after Piglet ran off to chase a rabbit. Monster!

This is near the start of the ascent towards Whernside, on Thursday. Thanks, Colin!


Yippee!!! Thank you, Gayle :-)

8 January, 2010

Thank you, thank you, thank you to multi-talented Gayle, who’s solved my boiler problem!

It’s not yet entirely clear what caused the problem, but talking it through with Gayle on the phone helped me to ID the switch on the wall… I turned the boiler off, and then turned it on again, and after that the water became hot!

Gayle is lucky not to be here, because if she was I’d be swinging her round the room and covering her in happy kisses ♥ So would Piglet and Puss-Puss, who were beginning to look decidedly blue.

I’m off for a lovely soak in the bath, now, while I bake a huge potato, and then I’m going to watch the magificent Horizon’s The Secret Life of the Dog, which was recommended to me as brilliant by a woman I met on the Ingleton to Lancaster bus this morning. The woman loved Piggly (who crawled onto her knee from mine, wee ungrateful monster!), and she said that she’s going to look them up on the internet tonight (Border Terriers, that is) with a view to getting one.

Whooohoooo! Thank you, Gayle!!! ♥ And thank you again to all the rest of you who made helpful suggestions. Y’all are absolutely the best! ♥ ♥ ♥

p.s. Oh… and to anybody who found it confusing that the electric shower didn’t produce any hot water… it turns out that it’s not an electric shower after all. Doh… Thanks again to Gayle for info! *g*


Happy New Year etc

1 January, 2010

Pig in boots

Happy new year, y’all!

I’m more-or-less recovered from the vile lurgy now. Thank you to all for the good wishes ♥ and commiserations to anybody who has still to fall foul of it. As was pointed out to me, though, it doesn’t last long.

It could be that I caught the nasties on my trip over to Wales earlier in the week, to kit Piglet out in all her snow-fighting finery. She now has a lovely Hurtta coat in what they call ‘brown’ as there were no red ones left. It looks more like khaki to me, but I rather like the colour. There are also also a lovely smart and safe new harness in shiny red, 4 little booties, 4 little socks and a most impressive flashing light for the harness. All of that came to (make sure you’re sitting down…) £146! So if Piglet loses any in the snow she’ll be in the doghouse for prolly the rest of her life…

She’s very funny in her little boots *g* Initially she pranced around in them, hoping to shake them off, I think, but I’ve taken her for a walk around the block and she’s beginning to get the hang of them. I’ll trim her claws a little later–with my sister’s help, since Piggly doesn’t like having her claws trimmed–and hopefully that’ll ensure that her wee paws are comfy.

We’re probably going over to Yorkshite this weekend to see Ali and Sue with their own wee monsters, and we’re off to the Dales on Monday to meet up with Colin. I’m getting hold of last-minute supplies today–camera batteries, gas, packets of hot choccy and soup, flapjacks and cheese & onion pasties–and plan to leave first thing in the morning.

Piglet and I will be blogging as we go, barring disaster, so we’ll keep you all up to speed with our progress. Having looked at the piccies over on the Pieman’s blog earlier today, though, I’m now wondering whether we’re going to be able to make any progress at all! Not yet sure what the snow is like along the Skipton to Kirkby Stephen route.

Incidentally, y’all, did you know that our own Laura (Liddell) has joined the blogging community? She’s over in the Alps at the moment. Whizz over there, via Laura’s blog, and read all about it. I have to say it’s a lot more exciting than S/port… *g*

Well, I’d best get off, now. We’ve not planned a scrummy NY’s day lunch because I’ve been holed up in the sty, but I may make a nice lentil and pearl barley soup later on. I hope you’re all warming your crubeens and tucking into something yummy ♥


Scribblings from a dog and a cat

28 December, 2009

My bezzy pal sent me this. LOL! I think Piglet and Piss-Piss may have been publishing their writings…

From a Dog’s Diary

8:00 am – Dog food! My favourite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favourite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favourite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favourite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favourite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favourite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favourite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favourite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favourite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favourite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favourite thing!

From a Cat’s Diary

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies’. I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now… Will keep you posted.