Last week began beautifully... In Melbourne we celebrated Australia Day at a dog show & Houlihan (after a highly entertaining performance in the breed, which included aerial shenanigans, an impersonation of the Ferrari Stallion & ended with a defiant "No! I don't think I want to move at all...") was awarded Best Puppy in Group by Mr E Bajona of Canada, & went on to Best Puppy in Show! Thank you to Mr Z Kupferberg of Israel for this exciting win... In Perth her litter brother Jax was awarded Non Sporting Puppy of the Year. Big hugs to his owner & handler Victoria Parkes...
A very happy drive home... bathed out Houla & fed dogs. And Bette didn't eat. Which is alarming, because Bette is my Queen Seagull. Bette eats everything. And therein lies the problem... Bette eats everything, whether it's something she should be eating or not. Tuesday morning we go to the vet... I leave her. She looks at me horrified. "I warned you this day would come if you keep eating stupid things..." Nothing shows up on the xray, so they open her up & find a huge, cooked chicken bone in her stomach. She has to stay overnight & I can't stop thinking about her being there all by herself , worrying about all the things that could go wrong. Thankfully she made a great recovery & was home in her favourite chair on Wednesday night. By the weekend she was bright & bouncing again. And while Bette probably hasn't learnt her lesson, a very impressive vet bill has taught my husband why we treat cooked bones like radioactive waste...! Happy to be thankful... and very thankful to have things to be happy about...
A very happy drive home... bathed out Houla & fed dogs. And Bette didn't eat. Which is alarming, because Bette is my Queen Seagull. Bette eats everything. And therein lies the problem... Bette eats everything, whether it's something she should be eating or not. Tuesday morning we go to the vet... I leave her. She looks at me horrified. "I warned you this day would come if you keep eating stupid things..." Nothing shows up on the xray, so they open her up & find a huge, cooked chicken bone in her stomach. She has to stay overnight & I can't stop thinking about her being there all by herself , worrying about all the things that could go wrong. Thankfully she made a great recovery & was home in her favourite chair on Wednesday night. By the weekend she was bright & bouncing again. And while Bette probably hasn't learnt her lesson, a very impressive vet bill has taught my husband why we treat cooked bones like radioactive waste...! Happy to be thankful... and very thankful to have things to be happy about...