Category Archives: Food

The ‘lazy gene’

I took Rassilon to the hospital yesterday for his weekly therapy visit. He had some dinner, then we went outside so he could have a wee and stretch his legs.

Well, he had a wee, but even though I wanted to film him in full flight, Rassilon¬† decided that a slow walk was the way to go. The famous ‘Lazy Gene‘ that greyhounds have kicked in.

So here is Rassilon, free in the hospital garden.

Therapy dog services rules are being broken all the time, but I let them know what is happening, and they keep giving me more shifts. One I am looking forward to is at, the Flinders University Law department. There will be a few dogs there for stress relief during the law department exams. It is supposed to be for an hour, but I have been told that we can stay longer if we want.

We also have a couple of shifts at Unley again, but now I know, I will get there a bit earlier and I can have a meal in their restaurant. The last time I went there Rassilon got a take away meal of steak and kidney pie, something I was NOT tempted to eat.

So, we are in for a busy month with 7 visits. To stay a member of Therapy dogs, I only need to do 1 visit, but I am doing this as I am not working.

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Lifestyle conscious hippy greyhound.

On a night when the scenery out the back of the house is so colourful, I was faced with the sad realisation I have a lifestyle conscious hippy greyhound, just after I said, “You wouldn’t eat this”.

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I don’t think the photo conveys the vividness of the colours completely.

I had prepared something for tea earlier on, and I just have to put it in the microwave to heat it up when I am hungry. It is Mac and Cheese with added tofu cubes and extra cheese to bulk it up.

I cut 6 slices of tofu and grilled them, then cut 3 slices into cubes and added it to the bowl with some extra cheese. Later in the evening I was wondering what I could do with the 3 remaining slices of grilled tofu.

At this point, Rassilon dragged himself out of bed and wandered into the kitchen mooching for something to eat, so I held up a slice of tofu with the comment “You wouldn’t eat this”.

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This was the third slice!

I stand corrected.

(This week in the hospital Rassilon had a white collar with pink patches and unicorns on it. People commented on the pink for a male, so I jokingly said, he was comfortable will his feminine side. I didn’t realise he was a hippy).

 

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WHY is he so WEIRD?

Today Rassilon and I went to Reynella shops. We went to check the post box, that is Rassilon’s walk for the day, because I park at the far end of the car park, then we have to walk all the way to the other end of the shopping centre to get to the post office.

On the way back we stopped for my coffee and Rassilon’s Doggy-chino. Of course Rassilon brought smiles to peoples faces when I ordered my coffee and asked him if he wanted a drink. He barked, as though he was answering, and people liked that. Then he made people smile when he had his own cup of doggy-chino (frothed milk), and drinks it out of the cup.

(On his barking, when we go on our therapy visits, it is now expected that Rassilon barks. In fact, people wall ask him if he will say goodbye, and are thrilled when he does. Even the staff and nurses in the hospital and nursing home expect him to bark.)

When we got home I had to put some shopping away in the freezer and found an overflow of chickens feet in my freezer, so I gave him some. Rassilon has a strange way of eating his chickens feet, be it inside or out, he has his special chickens foot eating position.

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Head down, Bum up. Only for chickens feet though.

Shopping day

Saturday, time to go and have a coffee, get Rassilon some pats and do some shopping.

Unfortunately, this week it was dog food shopping. Rassilon’s freezer was icing up (I don;t know why), so I let it run out and I went to buy him some more food. And yes, Rassilon has his own freezer. It was a Christmas present a couple of years ago, so I could have room in my freezer.

I am living on frozen food at the moment as I want to empty my freezers. When my mother left, I bought her big freezer, which came filled with food, so added to my chest freezer, upright freezer, bar sized freezer and the fridge/freezer…I can survive for a while yet on frozen food.

But today was shopping for Rassilon to restock. I didn’t get his chickens feet, because they are at another shopping centre, but I did manage to go wild enough.

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Not quite 3 weeks worth, and no chickens feet yet.

That will do Rassilon for 20 day’s. He gets 2 meals out of each packet of mince, and I get the cheap mince because of the extra fat, as greyhounds need fat in their diet for their skin. The sardines are also for his coat, and he loves his sardines. The devon (also known as Fritze) is just a treat for when I go out.

On the bright side, I got 2 loaves of bread and some drinking chocolate.

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Rassilon just likes to go out, then, straight away, turn around and come back in

Thoughts of a rescued greyhound

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When my mother was preparing to move to Tasmania, I saw her health falling away. And that was with just 3 weeks of stress. Imagine how it is for a racing greyhound, living with the stress for years. When you see a greyhound that is loosing it’s hair, and it’s back legs are bald…that is the result of the stress of racing. You can only imagine how that dog feels once it learns about it’s new home and life of luxury.

Rassilon’s hair has grown back on his legs and the sides of his chest, and sometimes when we are visiting and people are patting him I can see his hair shedding, but he comes home and gets patted and cuddles and goes to bed, and he is relaxed again. And the more he visits, the more he is enjoying it and not stressing. He has 2 bald spots on his back legs, but I am happy to report that they are caused by his wagging tail rubbing his legs.

In the poem, the one line that get’s to me is…

Got a ball and a bone and a bed that’s all mine.

In the kennels greyhounds have very little to call their own, which is why they can be protective of things when they get into a home. I was lucky and Rassilon was never protective of things and I can even put my hand into his dinner bowl and take food out while he is eating, (this is also a requirement for getting his green collar and for the Therapy Dog Service). Now, with that, I am going to cuddle Rassilon.

Medical information

When I got Rassilon, I was given 2 big books of information. In one book it said that a fat hound is an unhealthy hound, and so I have been careful with Rassilon, but having had some information today, even his 2 Kg is going to go.

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I had to take Mitzi to the vet to get her vaccinations to travel to Tasmania ($110.80). The vet was really good and did a general health check on her and trimmed her nails (which were more like talons).

When she had finished the nails she said that Mitzi was overweight. She was 5.4 Kg but should not be more than 4.8 Kg. Like all Chihuahuas she is prone to knee problems, and carrying the extra weight is not helping her joints.

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This greyhounds joints must be under a terrible strain.

Also, and this is what I took note of for Rassilon AND MYSELF, the extra fat can cause a release of an inflammatory chemical into the blood, which can affect all the joints. So Rassi has to loose his 2.6 Kg and I have to loose my _____ Kg (Darn computer only prints some numbers).

So for all dog owners, that is a little bit of information to add to the knowledge bank. Vets are always saying the animal has to loose weight, but this one today explained WHY.

 

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A skinny little man went into a bar and asked “Who owns the big dog with the leather collar”.

I big bikie stood up and asked, “Do you mean the Great Dane with the studded leather collar”?

“Yes, that’s the one” said the little guy.

Bikie, “I do…WHY”?

Little guy, “Well my dog just killed it”.

Bikie...”What sort of dog do you have then”?

Little guy, “A Chihuahua”.

Bikie, “How could your Chihuahua kill my Great Dame”?

Little guy, “I’m not sure, but I think it stuck in it’s throat”.