Sunday, NOT a day of rest.

The sun is shining and it is not too hot, naturally the weather forecast was for cold and rain. So despite the fact that the grass was still damp, I HAD to mow it. Of course, that meant locking Rassilon inside the house.

mower side

If I’m going to do it, I do it the EASY way.

The problem is simple. I have a new car, and it is fitted with proximity sensors, so when you get too close to anything (front, rear and sides), an alarm goes off. Well, the grass and weeds had got so long, thanks to the wet weather, that whenever I turned the car on, the grass triggered the sensors. So sitting in the middle of the back yard, the grass was long enough for the car to think I was close to something.


You can see the height of the grass. This is the stuff that is too thick at the moment.

The other problem was Rassilon couldn’t have a decent run, because he couldn’t see what was in the grass. On one side of the garden are some tree stumps that get covered by the grass, and running into them at speed would do some damage. On the other is a big pile of rubbish full of pointy bits to stab himself on.

So despite the grass still being very damp (it clogs up the mower), I got the mower out, set it to high, and cut some of the grass. Unfortunately the part I didn’t cut is the not quite so long, but it is the thicker grass that holds the moisture and clogs up under the mower and stops it running, so I am leaving that for a while, until it dries out better.


Waiting to dry out.

Once I put the mower away and closed the gates, it was time to let Rassilon out. You would think he had never seen me, he jumped up and then went for zoomies before coming back and jumping up again.



If the nice weather keeps up, I will be able to finish the grass off, and isn’t the enthusiasm just flowing through my veins.







Hospital visit


Wednesday was hospital visiting day. Rassilon had his stethoscope on and as a result had LOTS of photos taken. I kept telling people that no matter what their illness, the treatment Rassilon prescribed was always the same. Pat the dog. And what was fun was telling doctors he was after their job.

After the visit that lasted 60 minutes longer than it should, I went to the office for my car park ticket, and was talking to someone I don’t know. He was interested in the therapy dog, so I told him what we do and about the 90 minute time limit not being enough, and how Renal Dialysis and Morier wards had asked for visits. (The time was set at the Repatriation hospital, but the wards there were smaller than Noarlunga)


I told him we would love to go to dialysis, but not Morier ward. That is the psychiatric ward, and the people in there can be funny, and I don’t want to put Rassilon in any danger. It is bad enough in the dementia ward making sure he is okay.

Anyway, whoever this guy was, he is now in charge of stuff like therapy visits, so he is going to contact TDS about extending the visit and hopefully adding dialysis to the visit. I think that people that are stuck in a chair for 4+ hours would enjoy a visit from Rassilon.

Now we just have to wait and see what happens.


A visit with a surprise.

Today, Rassilon and I went to Resthaven Mitcham, to visit a nursing home. We have been there before, but it was quite a while ago, and what a surprise we got. It is completely different.

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Main entrance to car park

We stayed for the required 90 minutes, and while we didn’t get to everyone on the list, we did manage to meet 22 extra people that weren’t on the list.

And the big surprise, some of the residents remembered us. Most remembered Rassilon, because he speaks to them, but one remembered me, which was a nice surprise, because I try to keep out of things as much as possible, the visit is Rassilon’s time.

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Main entrance to building

It is a very big place now, with 2 separate buildings. We only did 1 building, and missed out on the lock-up ward (dementia patients).

As we were leaving, and I was getting a copy of the paperwork for my report, Albie the cat walked down the hall. Luckily we had finished, because when Rassilon saw him, all he could think about was CAT.

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Statue outside main door

When we were there I tried to keep Rassilon from barking, but he is learning all the time, so he has learned that when people say goodbye, he is usually expected to say goodbye back, so now he doesn’t wait for me to ask him to say it, he just barks. Fortunately, no one minded him barking. (Actually, the office staff liked him speaking).

Well, hospital visit tomorrow, and I have put Rassilon’s stethoscope and “Dogtor” bandanna out so I don’t forget them this week. Let’s see how long the visit takes tomorrow. So far, with stethoscope = 185 minutes, without stethoscope = 100 minutes. Allotted time for visit = 90 minutes.


Dogtor Rassilon, ready for rounds.

Not a good weekend

First I found out about all the extra, expensive, rules around bowling.

Bowls Australia licences the clothing, and get their logo put on it. Then they make it COMPULSORY to wear branded clothing, even to the point that if you wear branded shorts, you have to wear branded socks. Using the duty of care as an excuse, hats are compulsory…branded of course.

Normally I might not complain, but the cheap trousers (track suit style), are $60.00 a pair, and the dearer ones, (dress style), are about $90.00 a pair. So to play in the pennant competition, the first year is going to cost someone, (buying new equipment), close to $1500.00. And on top of that, you will have match fees every match, plus transport costs to play away from home. Now I understand why kids play video games.

On Sunday I went to a Therapy Dog get together for handlers, and only spoke to maybe 4 people. Then I was told that any time over the allotted visit time, is not covered by the insurance. I thought I was going to cheer up the clients, but apparently I have a time limit, and that is set by an insurance company, so I am going to keep the insurance company happy

I might hold them to the time limits and see what happens, because at the hospital, I am rarely finished the first ward in the time, so presumably I just finish and leave. Then see what happens.

At least I have an understanding of why some people do very little visiting. The way I feel at the moment, I might be one of them. I do this at my own expense to comfort the people we visit, not just to keep an insurance company happy.

Sadly in these days everything seems to be governed by the almighty DOLLAR,  unfortunately, I don’t like that idea, especially when it is starting to cost me more and more, so I have to decide what I am going to do.

For Australian readers…


Unley again today

We just got back from Unley. we had a couple of hours down there waiting to meet the people from different groups that come in at different times.

As we were waiting, Rassilon decided what was best for a greyhound, and that was sleeping. But not on a cold, dirty floor.

slaving away

Sleeping greyhound: Do Not Disturb.

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check out the foot!

We have been invited back again, so we must have done well.

Stuffed already.

Just got back from the hospital. Only 40 minutes longer today, I forgot his stethoscope. Rassilon is certainly getting used the the routine. He had his dinner, a hotdog, then when I was going to take him out to the garden, I let him off his leash and he walked up the hall to the door and stood there, ready to be let out.


A long dog eating a hot dog.

When we came in and went to the wards, he was his usual self until we got to the dementia ward. Most of the patients were gathered in the dining room, so I made sure the doors were blocked, and let Rassilon off his leash, and he wandered around all the people and got lots of pats

The more he goes, the more he knows and the more people enjoy his visits. It won’t be long and I could probably let him off his leash all the time. When we arrived he went bounding up to the volunteers, so I just let his leash go. Later, when I had got his dinner, the volunteer (adopted granny) let him go and he came bounding straight up to me. He made no attempt to run away.


Rassilon with his adopted granny (notice, nobody is holding his leash).

So we are out again tomorrow, down to Unley, I have to go and buy my uniform for bowling on the way, so I will be leaving home at maybe 10.00 am, if not earlier, but 3 long days in a row means that Rassilon will be sleeping all weekend. Unfortunately I have bowls coaching and practice on Friday, games on Saturday, and a TDS get together for handlers on Sunday before I eventually get a day off  on Monday.



Can you find the 2 hidden ants? (The picture is still full size so should blow up well)