Last week Billy the deaf dog was not very well. He came to work on Monday as usual but was not really himself, he couldn’t walk properly and was really finding it hard work to breath. He wouldn’t have the chicken treats he comes into my room looking for, and he hadn’t eaten all weekend either. By 2 o clock Brenda (and me) was really worried so she hoyed him in the car and took him to the vet. She had to leave him there as she had patients booked in. Later on after I got home I saw on Brenda’s Facebook that he was OK again, they’d given him diuretics for water on his lungs, but told her he was in heart failure, but could keep him going yet a while.
So he’s back to work and seems a bit better in himself. When we take him out for a little walk he trots along happily enough sniffing the air, and car-park posts, and grass, and the walls 🙄 😀. However, as Brenda says, his near brush with death seems to have given him an appetite for the finer things in life, as he now won’t eat dog food at all, but has to have cooked chicken or ham. There may not be much of his left, but Billy is determined to have a ‘dogs life’ until the end. Fingers crossed that’s a long way away, I would very much miss this dear little chap.
A busy day at work, and a busy afternoon/evening shopping, washing, ironing, and sorting. I knew there’d be no time for ‘proper’ photography so I tried to take a picture of Billy the Deaf Dog. Nearly got him, but his right eye should be in focus and it isn’t. That’s because he was trying to get the treat out of my hand while I was trying to take his picture and wouldn’t keep his head still. Cats are so much easier! 🙂 He still looks cute though, blurry eye or no 🙂
“Hey Frags how was work?”
‘OK but am a bit out of sorts today. Bad bout of insomnia last night and also seem to have a cold/cough’
“Oh dear, well we’ll do a bread and butter walk, clear out your cobwebs”
‘OK Frego, I found some bird seed I saved from my last trip to WWF Washington, shall we go and feed the ducks?’
“Ooh yes! That’ll be fun.”
“Is that a supermoon do you think?”
‘Don’t think so, but I know what you mean, it does look bigger than usual’
‘Maybe because it’s low in the sky’
“Not as low as the sun though!”
‘No, and I do like a low sun!’
‘I’ll throw the seed Frego, you take some photo’s’
“This is the only white one!”
‘OK home we go, it’s getting dark and even colder’
“Haha look at the little doggy Frags”
‘He’s a cutey, I saw him just come out of the horsey place.
‘There used to be feral cats behind this fence, a couple of gingers, I think the people in the horsey place put food out for them and they catch rats and the like”
“I can see one Frags!!”