Tyler Update

Howdy Mates.  Thank you for all your good thoughts for our cousin Tyler.  He has been at the Vets, on a drip and having valium to stops his spasms and shaking.  He seems ok.  

The Vet said poisons like this can affect the liver and it can take days/weeks to be filtered out. When this happens Tyler can become ill and have symptoms again.  One day fine, the next sick.  We are confident he will be fine because he is a strong healthy young man (nearly four years old) and he is wondering what the heck all the fuss is about.

Our two sisters who live at Tyler's house wished they could have valium too!  Nah, not really, well maybe just a little, hehe.  

We will let you know more but we say THANK YOU cause we were pretty scared and it helped A LOT to know Blogville had his back.

The moral of this story is, keep your compost covered if you can, away from the dogs.  The Vet says compost is full of toxins and fungus and is a big no no for doggies.  Tyler, being a labrador, loves his food and in the few minutes before our sissy grabbed him from the neighbours, he must have had a good old feed.  Also the symptoms didn't appear until abour four hours after he had been there. 

 Our cousin Tyler, he's an individual!

 

Once again, thanks mates.  No worries (especially for Tyler) and LOVE (for all of you), Stella and Rory

Tongue Piercing? Ouchie, holy mother of dog!

Howdy Everybuddy.  What a day I had today.  Well actually the fun started Saturday night when my brother found a chewed up thumb tack on the lounge room floor.  Where it came from no one knows and it's a mystery.  Did it come in on someone's shoe?  We just don't know.  

I didn't tell mum but I had a good chew on it for a while until I felt a stabbing pain right in the middle of my tongue.  Home job tongue piercing?  Dont even think about it!   Warning tongue photo below (not mine thank dogness!)

 I didn't tell a soul about my painful encounter cause it darn well hurt and I was feeling stoopid.  Anyhoo, by Sunday morning my tongue was sore but I still didn't let mum know.  We went to School and I was a little turd star.  I think I forgot to tell everybuddy but I have passed into Grade 6 but Rory is still in Grade 5.  I've decided to stay in his class till he gets used to being on his own.  He loves me butt is a sooky guts and always wants to be near me.  He can't help it though.  He is my little brother.

 
 Anyhoo (again), on the way home Mum thought I seemed a little quiet butt it was a pretty hot day so she thought I was worn out.  I slept quite a bit but still ate and drank and didn't drool or pant.

Next day, (today, Monday) mum went Christmas shopping (again) but came home with nothing but had managed to stop for coffee and a muffin and chat with a friend for about 87 hours.   I was home, suffering I tell you, suffering!

Mum finally came home, sat down to have coffee, again, and I yawned in front of her.  Well that was it, she jumped up, grabbed the torch and nearly rammed it down my throat.  My dog she sure had a good old look.  I sat like a little turd angel while she had me in the head lock.  She called the family and said I had something stuck in my tongue.  Then she thought she would check Rory's tongue to see if it looked the same so he had the torch rammed down his throat while she felt around.  Nothing on him and after this he ran and hid under the dining room table.  Why oh why, didn't I think to do the same I will never know.

So after a quick phone call to the Vet I was tossed in the back of the car and off we went.  My friends, I was amazing.  I sat wriggling and squirming still as a statue while Miss Prue checked my tongue.  After a couple of minutes, yes she could see something.  She thought it might be a grass seed although she thought this would be highly unlikely.  So because I was so good she said I could stay on my own for a little while so she could have a good look. 

Well mates, you would be proud.  I lay there and didn't move a muscle the whole time.  I believe I looked similar to this except I wasn't at the footy and I wasn't on my sissy's lap!

Stella, you little ratbag, you were under an anaesthetic. 

Oh mum, you don't know, you weren't even there.  As I was saying, there I lay, calmly letting Miss Prue check out my tongue while I counted sheep in my head.  Next thing I know, mum is back and off we went home.  Apparently I had a cut/pierce on my tongue, an ulcer had started next to it and it was pretty raw.  I had an injection of antibiotics too.  My dog, I was so brave.  

Butt, after all this trauma, stress and shock, the worst was yet to come.  Mum will not feed me.  That's right mates.  She says I cannot eat until tomorrow!!   What!  Please, ring the RSPCA for me will ya?  I'm STARVING.  

Well I'm feeling pretty sleepy now so will go and have a snooze.  

I hope mum feeds me tomorrow zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

P.S.  From Rory.  Stella is fine now, just cross cause she isn't allowed to eat till the morning.  And by the way, I'm not a sooky guts.  Well, not all the time anyway!  

No worries, and slobber, Rory and Stella

  

   

 

 
  

 

Kangaroo Vs The Car

Howdy Everybuddy, our sissy had an accident.  She was driving home from work about 8.00 pm, it was dark, and she hit a kangaroo.  Where we live, this is always a possibility and Dad has had many close calls with 'Roos.  They are totally unaware of the danger they are in (and can cause) and Dad has even had them hop straight down the middle of the road when trying to 'escape' from his car.  

They are fast, can hop from one side of the road to the other with amazing speed but at the same time, can also jump in front of your car without warning.  The worse time is early morning and dusk when they are on the move.  

Thank goodness our sissy was unhurt.  The Roo was killed, sadly, but when hit at 100 km an hour, and weighing approx 70-80 kgs (154 -176 lbs), there is not much chance of surviving.

Our Sissy was extremely shaken and shocked.  It happened so fast she had no time to do anything but brake.  She had no time to swerve but as this usually causes loss of control and with all the huge Gum trees along our roads, it could have made a much worse scenario.  

Result, one bonnet needed replacing, one front bumper replaced, new radiator and front lights.   

We are so sorry for the Roo, but so thankful our Sissy is ok.  Mum had a little melt down after the event!  So on this weekend, and to our friends across the pond enjoying a long weekend, we say, stay safe on the roads, and if you see a Roo, ask him what the heck he's doing O/S!!

This is my Sissy who lets me sleep on her lap, on the chair!

Love ya Laura.

(No, come off it mates, this is an old photo,

 we haven't got our tree up yet!)

Take care all.  No worries, and love, Stella and Rory