A miserable, drizzly, grey day. ‘Nuff said.
Poor Day-z has been having an incontinence problem. This has been going on for a few months. Back in November I took her to the vet and she prescribed some HRT (hormone replacement therapy) tablets that, she explained, would tighten the relevant bit of her anatomy and stop the leaks. They worked fantastically well, and we managed to relax rather than rush her outside every hour and make sure she was sitting on a towel anywhere in the house.
She has to have a tablet every day. She gets it wrapped in whatever sliced meat I’m having for lunch, a practice to which both of them have now grown accustomed.
Well, the tablets ran out about a fortnight ago and I didn’t think about it too much since she’d been fine. And then we spotted a few accidents again starting to appear. I rapidly grew sick of stripping the furniture and washing everything every half hour and so went down to the vet to get a repeat prescription. Not so easy. I had to make an appointment for Day-z to once more see the vet just to see how she’s going.
Long story, short…the vet was pleased with the progress, told me Day-z will probably always have to take them and gave me a card for repeats with an invitation to see her again in three months time. But that’s not what I really wanted to talk about…
The poodles love going to the vet. It’s weird. When we go up to the park, we follow a path which turns left into the park or goes straight ahead, down an alley and, eventually, to the vet. I watch their tails when we walk along (it’s hard not too when they’re walking in front of me) and they’re always happy, trotting along, tails jiggling joyfully. This makes no difference whether we go left or straight on. And the only reason I take them straight on, is to visit the vet.
When we get to the vet, they get all excited, jumping up and down, panting and licking. We always have to sit and wait and, of course, they climb all over me. The staff fuss over them, saying how cute they are and generally making squealy noises which makes them worse, of course. And then we’re called in to the exam room.
It’s like a race! They leap off my lap and can’t understand why they can’t get there quicker (the lead is holding them back somewhat). When we get into the room they both jump onto the chair that’s sitting just inside the door. I’ll unhook one of them while they sit on the chair and lift her onto the table. The other one just sits and watches from the chair. Unless she can’t see. As was the case today.
I had Day-z on the table, holding her steady while the vet examined her and poor Carmen couldn’t see anything. She patted me on the back, repeatedly, until I moved. And then she was fine. Of course, Day-z was a bit unsure on the table but was all bouncy again, the minute I took her off. I’ve never known a dog that actually likes going to the vet but these crazy poodles definitely do. Though, in saying that, they are quite eager to leave as well.
And then, late this morning, I’m busy typing away, working feverishly on my essay and a hunger pang strikes me. Day-z, as usual is curled up on the office chair behind me (that’s right, she insists we share the same chair) and I haven’t seen Carmen for a while. Normally she’d be happily asleep on the Doona but the Friday rule is invoked today.
I stood up, making Day-z jump up and fly through the air in her normal crazed form of excitement and headed out of the study. When I reached the doorway I realised I’d loaded a washing basket and forgotten to take it down to the laundry. I realised it because it was still sitting on the floor outside the bedroom. What I didn’t know but which made me burst into laughter was the fact that Carmen had decided this was a very nice and smelly place to curl up for a nap.
She looked a bit sheepish when she saw me but managed to stay put long enough for me to get the camera and take a few shots of her. She was a bit bemused, I was totally amused! Talk about LOL. I DID!
Carmen in a laundry basket
I should explain the Friday rule. Friday is my day for washing the bed linen. I do it first thing in the morning, and, once it’s washed and dried, replace it in the afternoon. Because of this, the bedroom door is closed all day. I’m pretty sure Carmen is a bit confused. I know Mirinda was when she found out about it.
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Carmen looks really cute sitting in the basket good job it was not the clean wash it would not have been so cute eh!!
love mum xx
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Pepper had the same problem with incontinence in her later years I could call in to the vets and renew the tablets without paying for a further consulation as they have already advised on the necessary medication. If she has trouble of a night a platform bed with just the mesh covering which they use for outdoor furniture is excellent as the urine will flow through to a dish underneath.
Hmm – dining room too small for a new bed for Day-Z. Carmen gets the bed and Day-Z just gets an old blanket by the door (actually an old curtain from Haslemere). Last week Carmen puked in Day-Z’s blanket and poor Day-Z was wandering around distracted with no place to sleep! So far she doesn’t leak in her bed.