Happy Birthday, Swingle!
My accident prone puppy is now a more mature lady. We’re now sure her Dad was the Labrador from the farm up the hill, cos someone told us! The accidents go on. This summer she missed the wasp stings, only because there were only a few. Her bladder still does play up every now and then, giving us broken nights but giving her Cranberry tablets seem to help.
This year’s thing was a ripped dew claw on a back leg. The vet said to leave it open to heal, as a farmer’s dog, she hadn’t had it trimmed off at birth, I can see why now. I wasn’t happy with it and was about to return to the vets and Swingle had to chase a cat out of the garden, blood everywhere. Back to the Vets, Stitches. All healed, stitches out, the first gallop, ripped again. Finally, he amputated it and now all’s well. It was a nightmare keeping her out of the water while she had stitches. If it happens again, I’ll insist it’s cut straight off! I wished the Vet Happy Christmas in August, no more trips, please!
This autumn, maybe the moles and Wühl mouses have been more active, and she has been hunting like mad! Four wuhlmouses, three she ate, two moles which she didn’t!
After writing this, she tore her lower lip, hunting in the ground of course, yet another scar!
She still plays like mad with Bella, Kira and Rocky, and my twice a day walks with her keep me sane and fit. Still a gannet, big sleeping, snoring, pest, but I wouldn’t be without her!