Only a week after my annual maintenance visit, I was back there again yesterday. It's all a bit embarrassing but I've got this rash on my tummy and the insides of my back legs and it won't go away. Mum says it looks a bit like nappy rash but that is stupid because I don't wear one.
Although it was great to see the lovely Marie-Christine again, I would rather it was not necessary as once again I had to endure the full poke, poke, prod, prod routine to assess the situation. No needles this time fortunately. Bit of a puzzle apparently but it seems to be some sort of allergy, although nobody can figure out what to. (Personally I reckon it is stress caused by that little squirt Tommy passing each day.) So it's a course of antihistamine tablets for the next ten days in the hope that they will sort it. Must admit it would be nice not to have spots before my eyes when I look at my underside!
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Annual 15,000 km maintenance
Just as my dad has to have his car serviced each year, so, each January around this time, my mum drags me off to my "garage" (the local vet) for my annual maintenance visit. This involves a general checkup and topping up all my vaccinations including the very important rabies booster. Not only does this allow me to go visit other places in Europe but also means that if I ever happen to meet Jon Tack and accidentally bite him, he won't get "la rage" and start frothing at the mouth. Bet you are pleased about that, Jon!
Although I find visiting the vet a somewhat scary event, I do really like our vet, Marie-Christine, who is very kind and gentle and gives me lots of cuddles. As most of you will not have met her I got dad to take a photo so you could all see what a nice lady she is. I know I look a bit fed up in the photo but remember I have just been prodded and poked all over and had a needle stuck in me so wouldn't you.
Heard the other day that my old mate, Tasha, who now lives in the UK, has broken her leg quite badly. Not only that, but apparently they have discovered that, whilst in France, she had contracted Leshmania which is a nasty parasitic disease. Really hope that they can sort her out and that she will be up and about and fighting fit again in a few months time. Licks and kisses, Tasha.
All this medical stuff is quite draining so I am off now for a bit of a lie down. Speak to you all again soon.
Although I find visiting the vet a somewhat scary event, I do really like our vet, Marie-Christine, who is very kind and gentle and gives me lots of cuddles. As most of you will not have met her I got dad to take a photo so you could all see what a nice lady she is. I know I look a bit fed up in the photo but remember I have just been prodded and poked all over and had a needle stuck in me so wouldn't you.
Heard the other day that my old mate, Tasha, who now lives in the UK, has broken her leg quite badly. Not only that, but apparently they have discovered that, whilst in France, she had contracted Leshmania which is a nasty parasitic disease. Really hope that they can sort her out and that she will be up and about and fighting fit again in a few months time. Licks and kisses, Tasha.
All this medical stuff is quite draining so I am off now for a bit of a lie down. Speak to you all again soon.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Is there no end to my talents?
As you will have realised by now, I am quite a talented dog who can turn his paw to many things ranging from DIY to wine tasting. Consequently you will not be at all surprised that I have just been appointed as Chief Advisor on Rodent Control to the Barnes household.
How this came about is quite "simples" really - recently we seem to have acquired mice in our loft. We know this from the Dad's Army drill maneuvers each night which would wake the dead, as well as the obvious residual traces which confirm the source of the noises. So time to wage war, and hence the need for a specialist advisor. I immediately offered my services and, although I am absolutely useless at climbing ladders, I felt I could contribute on a consultative basis.
As we are a very animal friendly family (except I admit not having a great regard for cats or Tommy the Yorkie who parades up and down our road), I recommended that we utilise humane traps and dispose of any detainees in the vineyards on one of our walks. It was essential that I check the suitability of the trap before placement, making sure my nose did not get caught during the test firing.
No results as of yet but I will keep you all advised of any progress. In the meantime we will all wear earplugs to sleep - well, not me - I just put my head under my duvet.
How this came about is quite "simples" really - recently we seem to have acquired mice in our loft. We know this from the Dad's Army drill maneuvers each night which would wake the dead, as well as the obvious residual traces which confirm the source of the noises. So time to wage war, and hence the need for a specialist advisor. I immediately offered my services and, although I am absolutely useless at climbing ladders, I felt I could contribute on a consultative basis.
As we are a very animal friendly family (except I admit not having a great regard for cats or Tommy the Yorkie who parades up and down our road), I recommended that we utilise humane traps and dispose of any detainees in the vineyards on one of our walks. It was essential that I check the suitability of the trap before placement, making sure my nose did not get caught during the test firing.
No results as of yet but I will keep you all advised of any progress. In the meantime we will all wear earplugs to sleep - well, not me - I just put my head under my duvet.
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