The other day, my little dog chewed my eraser and ruler. She’s so adorable. It was her way of saying “Get my breakfast or pay the price.” My True Love (TL) joked that she had my measure. Unfortunately, he’s the one that has my measure.
My TL says that I am like a fierce little dog. When the little dog sees a person (in my case, a government spokesperson) walking past the house, a frisson of excitement issues from the little dog as it prepares to take on its larger foe and a volley of furious barking ensues. The little dog is so proud when its barking sends off the (completely oblivious) offender. It’s sport, it’s fun. Okay, I do admit to getting rather furious in defense of my position (ie. good public policy). However, sometimes a little impulse control wouldn’t go astray. So I’ve amended my last blog post so that it is more in keeping with a calmer, bigger dog.
Notice too, how I’ve issued this advice/apology on a Saturday when there are fewer passers-by (readers).
Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, ladies and gentlemen, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you.
What a week it has been! Due to a series of unfortunate events, Makea dog found herself in a room alone with a lidless bin of dog kibble. As a result, she also found herself at the emergency vet for several days with an intestinal blockage and a gelatinous mass of dog kibble crushing her vital organs. Yep, she had bloat which is a serious medical emergency. After two days on IV fluids, she is home again and that mass is on the move. At least it was. I won’t be resting easy until she is back to her normal barky self. Touch wood, she has avoided complex and risky stomach surgery.
My little Finnish Spitz, Ama, was diagnosed with copper storage disease a couple of years ago. It has been a long and difficult journey to restore her to some semblance of health, with her blood test results again causing concern as little as four months ago. A new medication was our last hope and, hooray, so far, so good. Her latest test results have shown a dramatic improvement. We can see this in her sassy attitude. The ensuing ruckus is never-ending.
About a year into her treatment, I spoke to the vet about how Ama’s treatment was bankrupting us. The staff suggested I put her on YT (or something like that)! What the heck? Is that a thing? Does your dog go viral and then all of a sudden people want to buy merch? I suppose I could make some Ama “fan” T-shirts or I could make a fund-raising calendar of her cuteness. Is that how people monetise their pets? Anyway, needless to say, we are not doing that, even if she is ridiculously cute and loud. Yes, I am biased.
Today, I thought I might do an experiment and try posting a short video of the irrepressible one. I have no idea whether the file is too big for readers to view, so your feedback would be very much appreciated. The irrepressible one is of course my little dog, Ama. When she wants her dinner, she engages in some remarkable attention seeking behaviour. What do you think? Should we surrender to her will?
About this time last year, my niggling concerns about the health of my little dog, Ama, were vindicated. I knew my girl and I knew the Finnish Spitz breed, so I knew there was something wrong. I think we should trust our instincts. Read more
Warning: this post contains many exclamation marks.
It’s hard to be serious about blogging, ladies and gentlemen, when the sun is shining brightly. So yes, I am still procrastinating. This is not my promised “dear-to-my heart” post, but rather my “fear-to-my-heart” post. When my adrenaline levels peak, I have my werewolves in London moment. I start writing very bad rhyming poetry. It’s insane. Thankfully the urge soon passes. Anyway, here’s the first line –
On a bright and sunny day, Fynnie dog went out to play.Read more
This post is dedicated to my little dog, Ama, who is not well. So far we know that she has copper storage disease but not how bad it is or whether we can mitigate it. I’ve not had much time for blogging lately as we’ve had a lot of medical appointments and I’ve been researching treatments, including low copper diets. It helps to be informed when talking to veterinary specialists. It also gives me something to do while I worry. Read more
With the arrival of Summer, dog training classes have shut-down for two months. There are some crazy people who will still train in 40ºC, but I’m not one of them. So rather than reporting on our current progress/strategies, I thought I would share a little tale of my early training exploits with my beautiful Finnish Lapphund girl, Makea. Makea is now five years old and one of three (very noisy) dogs in our household.