
Sunday, January 31, 2010
I think she wants a walk

Bath Day
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Back to normal
Yesterday we took Shula to have her stitches removed. The vet thought she looked fine. We were hoping to get her blood test done for her pet passport but the vet wants to do it next month which will be more than six months since her rabies injection. This was not my interpretation of the rules, but I guess he knows best. Really it doesn't matter as we have no intention of taking her to the UK, just want the passport in place in case something unexpected happens. She is back to normal now and I think her ordeal is already forgotten. Hopefully the weather will be better by the weekend as I really want to bath her. All this stress has made her smell very doggy, and her feet are something else, doggy deodorant is not helping much.
While we were at the vet we met a lady who recognised Shula as one of the three dogs rescued from the golf coarse. She told us Patch, Shula's brother has now been adopted. I have checked the F.A.M.A website and there is no note of this but it could be the website has not yet been updated. I hope if he has a new home he is as happy as Shula and his owners love him as much as we love her.
While we were at the vet we met a lady who recognised Shula as one of the three dogs rescued from the golf coarse. She told us Patch, Shula's brother has now been adopted. I have checked the F.A.M.A website and there is no note of this but it could be the website has not yet been updated. I hope if he has a new home he is as happy as Shula and his owners love him as much as we love her.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Look what they did to me
Don't you love her, what a showoff. You have heard of these people who want to show their operation to everyone, well we have got one of those dogs.
Pippa is being naughty

After a week of sunny reasonable weather we have another grey rainy day, a bit like being in the UK. Yesterday I made the mistake of turning the automatic watering back on, Ken thinks I am a jinx. Good thing is, it was not due to water until tomorrow morning and has now been turned off again.
Shula is back to her happy lively self. We had thought she was over bothering with her stitches and has had a couple of nights without her plastic collar, however, this morning, around the stitches looks a bit red so it will be back on tonight. Hopefully by next Wednesday everything will be healed and the stitches will be removed - can't wait.
Pippa is being a bit naughty and has taken to sitting in the middle of the sofa and chasing Shula if she tries to get on either end. Although she is told, no, and we know she understands the meaning of the word, she still does it, cats are a law unto themselves. I suppose it was too much to expect them to like having a dog around and we are lucky they except her most of the time. Shula loves the cats and wants to play and even when they swipe at her she just dodges out of the way.
It is still raining and both Chia and Pippa are in, Chia, in front of the fire, and Pippa in the middle of the sofa. Shula is safely sat with Ken on his sofa.
Shula is back to her happy lively self. We had thought she was over bothering with her stitches and has had a couple of nights without her plastic collar, however, this morning, around the stitches looks a bit red so it will be back on tonight. Hopefully by next Wednesday everything will be healed and the stitches will be removed - can't wait.
Pippa is being a bit naughty and has taken to sitting in the middle of the sofa and chasing Shula if she tries to get on either end. Although she is told, no, and we know she understands the meaning of the word, she still does it, cats are a law unto themselves. I suppose it was too much to expect them to like having a dog around and we are lucky they except her most of the time. Shula loves the cats and wants to play and even when they swipe at her she just dodges out of the way.
It is still raining and both Chia and Pippa are in, Chia, in front of the fire, and Pippa in the middle of the sofa. Shula is safely sat with Ken on his sofa.
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