Tucker - small but good

New dog, Tucker the Chihuahua x Maltese Terrier, is going great guns. A danger to himself, he is so small, but the big dogs look after him and seem to genuinely like him as part of the pack. As we all do.

Win learns to talk

Winstone, our fine Australian Red kelpie, surprised M yesterday when he greeted her with his best Scooby-Doo "Hurrrowwww". He does make talking vocalisations often because O trained him to do so with the command "Talk!". But he seems to have perfected that word so that it is understandable for what it is. Clever Boy.

New Dog!

Happy Christmas O! Granny got you what you always wanted. A toy Chihuahua! Cross actually, 3 months old male. Cross with Maltese Terrier to it's toy sized Chihuahua with hair! And floppy ears. But tiny/. And cute as his toys friends in his basket. But he cuts it with the big dogs and swims in the dam with them. And digs in the mud. And chases the cats!

His name is Tucker.

Louise!

 
Is a good girl after her bath.

Louise is a lot better

Hoorah, the little love can walk again. S the Vet will be very happy when he sees her for her next check up. She's using the hobbles less and less as her leg muscles strengthen and her nerves for new pathways.

Louise is a little better

After weeks of laying down on the rug inside, and having to be carried outside for "wetties" Louise is getting around on her own. She had her pins taken out of her broken pelvis, and within two days she's hobbling around everywhere. Really enthusiastically, and like smiling, like kind of really relieved she can walk again. Not well. She still needs hobbles so her back legs dont splay out. But maybe as she gets stronger she wont need those anymore. Fingers crossed. Good girl.

Louise run over!

Oh no, will the anguish our pets suffer never end. Poor Louise. 12 years old. Rather deaf. Asleep on the driveway and didnt get out of the way of the reversing ute our fence-builder was driving. He was very upset. Poor love, broken pelvis and surger for two pins to hold your leg bones on. Three weeks later and you still cant walk. Hops about a bit but lays down all day. Must hurt. Well you are an inside poodle now! Get well soon.

New Dog

 
Meet Bronco, or TinTin. Wiating for the new 2 yearold's name to grow on us. Welcome aboard son.

Postscript: we have named him "Billy"

Bandit the Beautiful Beagle 1995-2007 RIP

Oh, we were all out when somehow you wandered onto the main road on Lawson Avenue and got hit by a car about 9.30 pm last night. The RSPCA ambulance was called, they tried to help you. But your injuries were too severe. I picked your little body up this morning. We all stood around your fresh grave in the orchard as we laaid your life to rest. you will always be with us in our hearts and thoughts. Clever, funny, adorable friend. Say hi to Edwina. Love you, your family. Louise and Win are distraught also.

Bandit Hospitalised

Bandit, our 12 year old Beagle and Wonder Dog is desperately sick after eating what was probably unreasonably huge parts of poor Lola. The Vet thinks he has pancreatitis and he may not pull through. We left him, on Easter Sunday, at the EMergency Vet Hospital, on a drip with antibiotics and painkillers. Poor love. Please pull through. Gosh we've had some bad luck with pets recently.

Gooba's gone home... and Bandit's sick

Poor Gooba's gone. A beeautiful horse with a beastly desire to never get on a float. Ever. Unless its raining and he's getting wet and the float is the only dry spot. After three hours trying that was the only way P got her horse back. See ya Goobs. Hope the ringbone doesnt give you too much grief.

Meanwhile Bandit has been eating as much of poor Lola's remains as he can cram in. And he's gotten very sick. He's old too, so we hope he pulls through. Vomiting everywhere and looking frail and old.

Louise the Fisher Dog

I spent the last two hours of the afternoon figuring out the new water pump. Half of the farm is cut in half by the Newcastle water supply pipeline. There are no dams on the far side. There are two on the house side, where the horse shed and all the good paddocks are.

But our hungry weaners have eaten the grass in the large paddock so quickly we had to get them over the other side. So we need water there.

A 1kW pump and some ag line into two bathtubs. We had one, but an observant neighbour offered us another when he saw us carrying it.

The pump took some adjusting. Like the inlet and outlets werent marked and two hours yesterday was wasted trying to pump water in the wrong direction. Anyway. It was a joy to see it finally flowing onto the baths.

I wandered back up to the dam where the pump was buzzing at 7500rpm. Shut it off to blessed silence. To notice Louise, our nine year old black Poodle miniature, staring intently into the dam. Not just staring but wet up to her knees ready to pounce. I packed up the pump and stood looking admiringly at the fence we had built, back down over the dam where Louise remained poised for the last half an hour. “Louie! C'mon!” Usually craving attention her name would send her a-leaping. Not tonight. Staring into the water, reflecting the sunset, she looked about as content as any poodle in touch with their hunting instincts could be.