Darn! Koko has to go to the vet first thing Monday morning. I have left a message for my vet and she is good about calling back but if not, I will be on her doorstep at 10am Monday. I can't believe I missed this for what has apparently been a long time.
I was petting Koko while reading a book and she was purring up a storm but, as usual lately, she didn't want me to scratch her chest or belly, something she used to get into once she got 'drunk' on petting. I finally got curious as to why she didn’t' seem to like that anymore, put down the book and picked her up to check her out - and FREAKED! She has a very large 'protrusion' on her belly just in front of her rear legs. It is soft and palpable but doesn't push back in when I apply pressure, as I would expect some type of hernia to do. She had to have an umbilical cord hernia repaired when she was spayed but this is lower down, MUCH larger and in the area of her non-existent uterus. I am VERY upset.
I was waiting for a call back from another vet in the area to get an appointment for a second opinion on her still seeping eye socket but this can't wait and I know my vet will fit me in ASAP. I have a feeling Koko is going to have a lot of vet visits in whatever life span she is given.
I will post as soon as I can after I find out what this is all about.
Meanwhile, I dragged my itching, watering sneezing self out of bed and took all 4 dogs for a walk this morning, down the dead-end road. Slim and Polar Bear on leash, Chica off leash and Charlie off leash once we got off the main dragway. I stopped at the end of the road to let them ‘chat’ with Caesar (handsome German Shepherd but a no-go-show-boat!) and Betsy (a sweet Bassett who rules the outside roost,) at my neighbors.
Dan, the husband, is welding a patch panel on the major rust on the Blazer I just got (doing some bartering here as none of us are currently working). Margaret, the woman of the house was home with a cold and heard us in the yard so she came out to say hello and brought Sweetpea. This is Sweetpea whom I keep referring to as a Yorkie but she is really a Schnauzer! Sheeze I should have known that!
In the process, Chica (spayed female) and Caesar (intact male I believe,) were not sure about seniority and going thru the usual doggy ritual. This riled up Polar Bear and even Slim got into the act barking and yanking on his leash, both getting tangled around my legs. If I hadn't been sitting on a log I would have been dragged half way up the hill. Polar Bear would be a GREAT sled dog! Meanwhile, Charlie and Sweetpea were wrestling.
So here we are, Me, Margaret, 7 dogs and mayhem! I thought the dogs were finally used to each other but I forgot Chica and Caesar hadn't really had a close-up-and-personal meeting before. Oops! I am reminded again that human logic and dog logic are two different things. When Margaret got Caesar temporarily distracted and in an area he couldn’t see us I snuck back up the yard with my 4 dogs yelling ‘good bye’ to Margaret over my shoulder. So much for etiquette.
So, on the way home, Chica invites herself into another neighbors yard, buries her head in a bucket and starts chowing down like she hadn’t been fed in days. This is not a good sign and, not knowing what she is into I need to get her out quickly – BUT - I have two leashed dogs, one loose puppy checking out what Chica is doing and this neighbor has 5 – 6 horses, several dogs, lots of cats, a Llama, chickens and some pigs – among other things - and all he__ broke loose. Chica is still eating out of the bucket, Charlie was eating what she was dropping, Polar Bear was going after some cats, Slim was going after the dog behind the fence and I was being taken along for the ride. In the process, both Polar Bear and Slim went in, out and around some prickly bushes, got TOTALLY tangled and were tearing things up. World’s funniest video but I WAS NOT LAUGHING.
Neighbor came out of her house and said, “Who are you, why is your dog eating out of the pig slop bucket and what are you doing in my bushes?”……
After unhooking some leashes, hooking up others, tying Slims leash to a lawn tractor, getting tangled leashes out of prickers, pulling Chica out of the slop bucket so the neighbor could put it out of her reach, untying Slim, reattaching the correct leashes to the correct dogs and me pulling Charlie’s head out of the fence, we headed home. Just another non-eventful walk for the dogs and another day in my dull life.
I, on the other hand checked the refrigerator to see if I still had that bottle of Bailey’s Irish Creme. 15+ years old, never opened but now seemed like a good time. Sun over the yardarm yet? Who cares? Would make one heck of a cup of cocoa!
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