Okay, I can’t really think beyond the ear infection and associated issues… so tonight, here’s a cute picture:
Having one senior dog is tough, having three? It really is a lot to deal with… but I wouldn’t part with even one of our oldies. Today’s challenge was to photograph something old. I jokingly asked my husband to pose for me after telling him what my challenge for today was, obviously he turned me down. I thought about snagging a snapshot of one of our antiques… in the end though, Lily-Ann’s idea won out. Sweets wanted his supper, Brandibuck wouldn’t sit still, so Thora it was. I’ll admit, I don’t like photographing her with my iPhone. It just doesn’t do her justice. She really is a gorgeous, gorgeous dog. I have a hard time believing she’s twelve. I remember the first time I saw her in person – after her trek with the underground railroad (traveling to us relay style driven bit by bit by volunteers like ourselves) – I broke down in tears. She really was the most beautiful puppy I’d ever seen, and to this day I’ve never met her equal… not in brains, drive, beauty, or spirit. She is a dog who is unmatched in every way, and I have been so blessed to have her as part of my life.
The light seems crazily yellow here… but that’s a camera phone for you.
We all, by now, should be well aware of how awesome The Oatmeal is. Dood’s been around the web a few times, he’s definitely not the new kid on the net. But every so often a friend will forward me something by him that just kills me. Tonight was one of those times.
The Dog Paradox is roughly 35 frames long. It’s a biggie, especially for a web comic… but it’s just too good to be missed. And I did just fine, internal brain laughter, allowing the girl to continue to sleep next to me, until I hit the following frames. Then the big old belly laughs erupted, shaking the bed, and testing my pelvic floor muscles as I attempted to stifle my gafaws into quiet giggles thus disturbing her only temporarily allowing her to slip back into her deep slumber.
So there you go… one small taste of this doozy. You can check out the entire 35 frame cartoon (and purchase the poster) at: http://theoatmeal.com/comics/dog_paradox – and I highly recommend you do.
I was looking through my photos, getting ready to begin edits on the next shoot, when I stumbled upon a couple shots I took of Sweets – the old man Chihuahua. Totally blissed out at the beach. Ever since we made it out to my parent’s cabin a couple weeks ago, I’ve been doing my best to get us back out there… and I think these images explain why.
Sweets really was completely blissed right out, he’s a lake dog if ever I’d met one. Totally and completely in his element, exploring, sunning, and just generally enjoying everything about being at the cabin. And there is little that makes me happier than seeing someone I love so very happy. I have to admit, sometimes I forget just how short a time this old man has been a part of our family. Seems like he’s always been here.
In other news… keep your fingers crossed that our little old man chi may soon be a Daddy (again). Knock on wood, we’re hoping to have puppies this Autumn.
I started writing a post about old dogs… got about a paragraph in, and deleted it. The fact of the matter is that we now have three old dogs, and as much as I love old dogs (seriously, I’m a sucker for a senior dog, there’s just something about them) I worry for our hearts.
We’ve only ever had one senior dog at a time before. And it wrenches your heart out when they leave you. Time helps you heal, but the hole they leave in your heart never completely closes back over. I imagine my heart looks like swiss cheese. I’ve had far too many go on ahead to Rainbow Bridge to wait for me. I wonder how many more holes I can handle.
Thora. Can’t believe she’s 11. I have no idea how it happened. I remember the day she arrived (via the underground railroad – volunteers each driving a leg of the journey to bring her here). I cried when I saw her for the first time. She was everything I had ever hoped for. Lurchers are fabled as the “ultimate” dog, and she really is. The idea that she’s a senior is just so foreign. She’s still my “baby girl”. She’s still that ultimate hunter and protector – the perfect dog.
Brandibuck is 12. Boy, she and I have weathered a lot of storms. She was my Service Dog for a number of years. I retired her officially at 8. She was ready to just be a pet, she didn’t want to deal with stores and people, and traffic, and crowds any more. Now she just has to patrol the yard… keeping everyone in line. She’s always been a momma dog. Keeping the unruly puppies in check. She’s what we call a gentle alpha, though the last year or so she’s kinda let the alpha part slip (allowing Thora to step in). She’s always been a bit of a princess too – unless she’s rolling in the dirt and mud. Good grief. I wonder how I ever kept her in show coat. Oh right! I used to brush her long locks every day. I enjoyed it too, she mostly just tolerated it. I think she was relieved when I finally relented and clipped her down. My funny little Havanese… my little Neezer.
Sweets. Well… Caesar. He hasn’t been with us that long. But like I’ve mentioned, we’re kinda suckers for an old dog. CZ came here for his “last hurrah” – to breed to a couple of girls. It didn’t take long for us to realize he wasn’t going anywhere, that at 11 he’d found his forever home. He’s very much the king of the castle here. The girls all pander to him (except Thora, who’s top dog, and she mostly lets him do his own thing) and the people all dote on him, heck even the cat – who avoids all the other dogs – will love him up. He’s one seriously spoiled old dood. And he really is the sweetest little old man Chi, which is why I’ve dubbed him Sweets (and yes, it’s a nod to Bones as well). We’re quite happy he chose us as his family.
So there we are. Three old dogs. One who joined our family when she was two, one at three months, and one at 11 – yet all are within a year of one another. I can’t imagine how our hearts will fare when they begin to say goodbye. I truly hope it’s a long, long ways away.
You can meet some of our dogs here: http://www.dogster.com/family/373333 But it’s a few years out of date. Guess it’s time to think about updating it (especially seeing how half our dog aren’t even there).
With thanks to a lovely woman I met through Saskamoon and her gift of breast milk, thanks to the doctor at the mediclinic for his prescription of novamoxin, and thanks to Dr. Shaun and his amazing organic ear wash I should hopefully be all better very soon. My head still feels like there is a nasty little troll living in my inner ear, but it’s better than it was last night. So – knock on wood – I should be all good in time for my photo shoots later this week. Thankfully the beginning of the week was blessedly unscheduled and will be uneventful as I recover from this ear infection.
So… two things you ALL should know about.
One: The power of breast milk!
Seriously! Any time anything goes wrong, find a friend who is still actively engaged in a nursing relationship. Breast milk is amazing for curing almost anything. In this instance? An ear infection. Just a few drops in the ear a few times a day. Let it woosh around in there a bit, and voila!
Two: The awesome organic ear wash from Dr. Shawn!
This stuff was part of a parcel I received from Dr. Shawn for a review I did elsewhere two or three years ago now. And I have ensured I’ve never been without it since. Yes, it’s formulated for dogs, but so what! It’s totally amazing stuff full of wonderful organic oils (like peppermint, tea tree, jojoba, eucalyptus, and a bunch more). A few drops in the ear, squish it around, let it sit (it feels so nice when it’s in a sore, infected ear canal), then wipe it out. Use as needed – I’m doing it a few times a day presently. Click on the image above to visit Dr. Shawn’s website!
So… I’m pretty sure that any ONE of these things would take out this ear bug, but I have no intention of having it take a week or more to get on it’s way out. LOL So I figure by doing all three? I should be delivering a one two punch that knocks it on it’s proverbial ass, then kicks it once for good measure after it’s down. Wish me luck!