Insect Food

I don’t know exactly why (other than that it’s something which runs in our family) but in summer, I’m apparently exceptionally tasty to all forms of insect – particularly gnats, mosquitos and bastard horseflies (to give them their proper name) but really any biting bug will have a go at me.

Over the weekend, I got bitten by several of the aforementioned bastard fucking bugs, including one bite on the base of my left thumb. It’s that one that today is causing me real hassle – not least because of course I am left handed.

You see, with me the bites aren’t the only thing. The area round the bite swells up into a solid lump of lymph fluid and gubbins, which makes the entire thing even less fun. And in particular, it’s making the entire of the base of my left hand (i.e. the thumb and wrist area) really stiff and painful.

It’ll wear off after a day or so, but right now it’s driving me utterly fucking bananas.


Chicken Run – Enlarged

Today we’ve been sorting out a new bigger, better chicken run. Putting in the metposts and fence posts, and lining the perimeter with 6 foot high chicken wire.

All told, it’s (roughly) 40′ x 20′. I haven’t measured it exactly, so that’ll have to do you.

Of course, the downside of them having this much larger fully-enclosed run is that Herself now wants two or three more chickens…


Sleeping Places

I swear, Psycho Cat has the cushiest life sometimes. This morning, after a hard night out going in and out all the time, we found him sleeping like this…

It’s a hard life, isn’t it?

Oh, and yes, that is my manky foot at the top of the first photo. Shows the poxy creature’s brave, as well as a lazy little git.


Weekend

Hound woke us both up this morning by repeatedly jumping on the bed.

Now, an hour later, I’m still awake (and writing rubbish like this) and Hound is fast asleep in her basket.

And it’s still only 8am. It must be a weekend.


Hound Behaviour

Apparently, Hound has been an utter pain for the last few days while I’ve been away. She really hasn’t handled the change in routine caused by me being away four nights during the week.

As it is, during the week she’s been anxious and stressy, and generally just a pain.

Today, with me home, she’s lying in the doorway of the office, fast asleep. One of her other primary stressors, the washing-machine, is on in the kitchen, and she’s still fast asleep – most uncommon.

It does seem that she’s relaxed because I’m home. Which is a good thing in general – although it does make life a hassle for Herself if I’m going to be working away from home a lot.

Hound truly is a bizarre creature…


Canine Destructo

Over the weekend, Hound had a spectacular time. On Saturday night someone had fireworks, so she went orbital. Somehow she managed to get her leg tangled in the cable to my phone charger (which was connected to the phone at the time) and in her panic at fireworks just hauled the cable out of the charger. So charger = kaput.

Yesterday, she managed to catch the charger cable for Herself’s phone, and pulled the phone on to the (hard, ceramic-tiled) floor. So phone = kaput.

The overall lesson is obviously that we need to be more careful with the position of cables for phone chargers. Then again, in eight years of having the bloody moronic creature, she’s never done this before. So I don’t know – but we will be more careful with the cables, anyway.

Other than that, it looks like Herself will be getting a new phone, due to Hound-induced damage. We’ll see – it might work again, but right now it’s looking pretty knackered.


Holiday Hound

One thing I forgot to write about regarding our holiday was Hound, and her adventures.

Where we stayed had several other dogs around, including Shep – a cross-eyed collie who ran diagonally. No idea why he ran diagonally, but I suspect it may be related to being spectacularly cross-eyed. Anyway, on the Sunday, Shep and Hound got on great, and were both chasing after the same tennis ball.

They both leapt for it, Hound leapt highest, got the ball, then crashed heads with Shep – Hound’s jaws descending on the top of Shep’s head. Shep was fine. Hound, however, wasn’t. She started coughing up dollops of blood, with some also running down her nose. As you can imagine, we were more than slightly concerned.

During the evening, Hound settled down a bit, but was obviously still not happy. The bleeding stopped, so we didn’t worry about it too much. We decided to see how she was in the morning.

Come morning she was still being deeply dismal, and while not in pain was also not happy at all, and some more blood had come out overnight. So, on an Irish bank-holiday, we had to go to the vets. The people who owned the place recommended one, we called him, and were assured he was opening anyway, so bring Hound along.

We found the place, and took her in – to find what has to be simply the best vet I’ve ever come across. As soon as we explained she’d got Megaoesophagus, and that she’s now eight years old, he was impressed – dogs with Megaoesophagus rarely get past five years old. It turned out he’d dealt with several dogs over the years with the same issue, and so knew lots about it, including being able to give us some new ideas for a couple of things which we’ll be trying when we need to.

Hound ended up being sedated/knocked-out, so he could see what was going on. While she was out for the count, he also (without being asked) did a full health check on her, looking at all her limbs, teeth, eyes, and checking heart, lungs etc. As you can imagine, on a bank holiday with her already sedated, and being owned by two English people on holiday, the expected total cost of treatment was going up like a taxi-meter in our mind’s eyes… He also cleaned the tartar off her teeth while she was out, saying “Well, you don’t want to have to knock her out too often”.

As it turned out, when Hound collided with Shep, she’d managed to dislocate her jaw, then force one of her teeth through the roof of her mouth. He reckoned that the impact of her landing again had then re-located her jaw back into the correct place. She was fine, just with a bloody big hole in the top of her mouth.

He ended up giving her a long-term antibiotic- one jab for the week- and an anti-inflammatory, as well as four more anti-inflammatory pills for the rest of the week.

So all told:

  • Initial consultation
  • sedative pre-med injection
  • Ketamine sedative
  • Full mobility check and health check
  • Teeth cleaned
  • Antibiotic jab
  • Anti-inflammatory jab
  • 4x anti-inflammatory tablets

On a bank-holiday.

And the total bill? €50 I don’t know how he does it and stays in business, unless it’s just the repeat trade. God knows, if he were on the mainland (anywhere on the mainland) he’d be our primary vet from now on. Absolutely fantastic.

And Hound was fine after that, no more trouble at all. Thankfully.