Monthly Archives: October 2016

Kids or Dogs

I have a greyhound poster…This one.

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But I think this needs to be changed. Delete greyhound and insert dog. Because some dogs are like kids, and as long as they can get away with their bad behaviour, they will.

Take Mitzi. When she is at her home she is a fussy eater. She will only eat something once and she does NOT eat biscuits (Rassilon gets a lot of biscuits this way). She won’t eat biscuits at home because she knows my mother will give her something different. When she is with me her choice is, eat or go hungry.

But when she comes to stay with me, life is tougher for her. I don’t ‘molly-coddle’ her like my mother does. She gets her mince in the morning, just like Rassilon, and if she chooses not to eat it, then there is a big greyhound who will, so she misses out, and goes hungry. I won’t pamper her and give her other choices, because I have seen what my mother goes through.

I gave her some mince yesterday and she refused to eat it. (This is human quality meat, not pet meat). So when I let Rassilon out, he finished it off.

During the day Mitzi and Rassilon had some Shmacko’s (flavoured treats), but later I heard a noise in Rassi’s room. There was Mitzi, she had jumped up onto the box Rassilons food bowl is on, and she was eating the biscuits.

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Why don’t I pamper her…today she ate her mince and a chickens neck.

 

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Busman’s holiday

Well, As of Friday my resignation took effect from the hospital. But thanks to my mother, I was back there on Saturday.

My mother went for some tests on Friday for something in her head that the doctor has been treating her for for a LONG time. The tests came back negative, but her heart was beating way too fast, so she was admitted to hospital.

I got a phone call from the friend that took her, saying she was in the Repatriation General Hospital (RGH), in the intensive care unit (ICU Ward 3). Actually, it was me that added the ‘ward 3’, and I was not as worried as some people might think I should have been hearing she was in ICU. The reason I wasn’t that worried…I worked at RGH for a few months and I know they don’t have an Emergency Department, the closest they have is ICU.

She is now in the Flinders Hospital and coming off the steroid medication her doctor only ever seemed to increased ( we believe it was the medication that was the actual problem), and the doctors have put her on a new medication to slow the heart, which, in the time I was there yesterday, had brought her heart rate down from the 130’s to the high 80’s…much better. Nothing too worrying because, I too, am on tablets to slow the heart rate, and have been for years. (Yes, I definitely notice the difference if I don’t take it).

As a result of the hospitalisation, I am looking after Mitzi again, and she took no time in making herself comfortable.

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It’s a dogs life…if your lucky.

 

In the meantime poor Rassilon was forced to sleep on my bed (not a lot for force was needed though). Mind you, he got even on Sunday morning. He ate Mitzi’s breakfast. (Well she did leave it for too long).

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I don’t think I would be comfortable in this position.

 

You have to imagine that Rassilon was SO TIRED he couldn’t get all the way onto the bed.

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Greyhound overhang. But he’s comfortable.

 

Later today we will to go to Reynella for my coffee, and to see if we can meet the woman we met last week, and get details of the walking group she goes to. It is all greyhounds.

I know Rassilon doesn’t like greyhounds, and I saw how he ran from the dogs at GAP when they came up behind him in a pack. but as this is walking and all the dogs will be on a leash (SA law), I think it will be a good way to let Rassi interact with other greyhounds without them “ganging up” on him.

And if it doesn’t work, we don’t have to go back.

It’s not that scarey Rassilon!!

In a previous post I said that Rassilon couldn’t cope with things being different.

But he is taking things to whole new extremes.

This evening he was on his chair when I threw something at him. It landed on his side.

As a result he nearly panicked getting off the chair, then he would not get back on the chair. Instead he took himself to (my) bed. (Of course, part of that might be the fact that I am not going to work, and I have used up my Rassilon days, and he doesn’t want me around as much).

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Notice: He is sleeping ACROSS the bed.

 

But just what was this fear inspiring thing I threw at him that upset him so much? The natural enemy of the greyhound

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Feared by greyhounds for their savagery, The Potato Chip

The Angel on the Christmas tree.

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For so long people have held to the tradition of putting an angel on the top of the Christmas tree, but why?

Where did this custom come from, let me enlighten you all.

Many years ago Santa had a really bad year.

The elves went on strike for better working conditions and more heating.

The reindeer caught foot and mouth.

Mrs Claus wanted a divorce.

AND Jack Frost was threatening to take over Christmas.

Finances were at an all time low with creditors demanding payment for all the stuff used to make the toys.

While Santa was struggling with all these problems, there was a knock at the door.

Santa opened the door and there stood a little angel with a Christmas tree.

I brought you this” said the angel, “Where would you like me to put it“?

And that is how we get the angel on top of the Christmas tree.

Sunday again

It is my first Sunday semi-unemployed, but nothing has changed.

When I say semi-unemployed, there was a problem with the payout from work, and it was going to cost me so much in tax that it wasn’t worth taking the payout (40% tax!!). Anyway, the injury management team worked hard to try to make it better for me, and while it might take me about 7 months to do what I wanted, I took the deal. (The solicitor said that if I didn’t take the payout, the company would just make life hard for me until I quit and they didn’t have to pay me anything).

On Friday morning, when I got back to the hospital from doing my first job, car park supervisor, I met my boss and in conversation I mentioned that I had sore feet, I had seen a doctor and had tests, but I was putting up with them because it wasn’t a work cover claim.

Later I got a phone call from the injury management rep who told me my boss had suggested that because the payout paperwork had to be changed and resigned by the solicitor and financial specialist (who didn’t mention tax to me), that he would be happy to pay me the work cover payment for the week and I could stay home for the week.

Of course, I didn’t argue. So I have a week where I am still getting paid, but I don’t have to go to work. I went in early on Friday to make sure I could get through all the work I had stores on the computer, and I finished that at about 2.00pm (I finished at 2.30pm)

So today I went shopping again to get as much as I could to keep in the cupboard, and I also got some chickens feet and I thought I would try some chicken necks again. This time Rassi loved them, so that is a good alternative as there is always the necks available when the feet are not.

Of course we went to Reynella for my Sunday coffee and Rassilons pats. As I was waiting to get my coffee a woman came out the café and asked if she could pat Rassi. It turns out she has a black female with basically the same history as Rassi. The dog is 4 years old, and she has had her for 2 years and she never raced (too slow).

While I was having my drink the woman came out again with a piece of bacon and asked if she could give it to Rassi. My experience is that he wouldn’t eat when away from home, but bacon overcomes all worries, because Rassi ate it.

The woman said there is a group of greyhound owners that all get together on weekends and holidays to take their dogs out. I said Rassi doesn’t like other greyhounds, but in a situation like this (where the dogs are all on a leash), it might be a good way for him to get together with other greys in a way he feels secure. And if he doesn’t like it, we stop going.

So we had a good walk, and Rassi has had some chicken necks and feet and is relaxing comfortably, thank you very much.DSCN0351.JPG