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

  

   

 

 
  

 

No Worries Wednesday - Back to the Vets

Hi Everybuddy, we have been behaving wonderfully while recooperating at home.  The Vet said no serious romping around and we took no notice obeyed all the rules set down by mum.  Gosh we are just so good.

Now I don't know how or why but my tummy wound has a slight infection and I had to go and visit the Vet again with mum.  After me being held down in a vice like grip gently rolling onto my tummy, the Vet had a good old look and thought she would give me some antibiotics and anti inflamatories to take.  

I love my Vet cause this means I get extra treats now to take my tablets with.  What?  Oh Rory you did not get extra treats too.  No you didn't cause I would know.  What?  In the pasta salad?  Bloomin heck.  Wait till I see Dad this arvo.  I'm the extremely sick one and no one else should be getting spoilt.  Huh.
 

Anyhoo here are some photos of my wound.  I can't wear a cone cause of my neck.  If anyone is squeemish, look away now and scroll down with your eyes shut.

 Are you sure they want to see it Stellie?

 

Ok here goes.

Its not so bad.  Five stitches in my neck, four in my tummy.  I feel fine and am eating like a horse managing to eat a few mouthfuls of food.

Anyhoo enough of that silly business.  Here are some photos of a huge old gum tree that fell down the other day.  Its the second one in a couple of weeks, but this one was totally dead.  You can see a hole all the way through from the roots to the top.  Mum said it was amazing.
 

I'm so bored I have to chew my own leg for entertainment. 

See you all next time.  We miss our buddy Tyler cause he can't come to visit till we get our stitches out.  We love ya buddy.  See ya soon.  

With all this time on our paws, we got to wondering.  There has been some photos of big noses in blogland lately so whose nose does looks the biggest?   We think ours are pretty enormous too.  

 

Hehehe.

No worries, and love, Stella and Rory

Back from the Vets - No Worries

Hi Everybuddy, Stella here.  We are back from our trip to the Vets.  We are both really good and don't have to wear the cone of shame unless we lick our stitches too much.  I have tried a couple of times but with Mum, Dad, and all the kids watching us like hawks I don't have much chance do I?

I did feel pretty miserable when I got home.  Rory was his normal self.  Stellie, my bum's sore.  Rory, that's not your bum, mate. 
 

I think I will just sit on a comfy lap to ease my sore bum.  Oh blimey Rory, its not your bum you plonker.   Well it feels sore down there so what else could it be?  Muuuuumm, Rory's being an idiot.

I don't want to play with my toys or chew my little bone.  I'll just sleep for a while.   Zzzzzzzzzzz

 I'll just drool for a while. 

Carol here, we got through the first night fine.  Pups were up at 6.15 am and absolutely full of beans.  I don't know how I am supposed to keep them quiet for the next 10 days.  Rory is back to his normal self and Stella, while still seeming a little sore, is ruling the roost.  Her tumour was removed and all is fine.  She has about five stitches in her neck and four in her tummy.  Rory has four on his testicles (or what's left of them, poor little fella). We go back in 10-14 days and have them removed.

They both ate like horses this morning and life goes on.

Have a great weekend everyone.  No worries, and love, Carol, Stella and Rory

Bert, these photos are for your hat competition.

Mum has made us look like fools, even though we are invalids!

 

 No worries, and love, Stella and Rory

 

Off To The Vets

It's ok Stellie, I'll look after you.

 

 Hi Everyone,  Stellie and Rory went off to the Vets this morning.  Desexing for both, microchipping and removing Stella's tumour.  It is a quiet household (apart from three little preschoolers to keep me company).    Hope the day goes fast.  No worries (especially for our two little rascals), and love, Carol

Practising a 'triple drop'.  Lasted about  1/2 a second after they ate their treats.  Stella's bum hardly touched the ground, even though she can do a drop much better than this attempt.

 

Rory is getting big now. 

At the Vets this morning he weighed 35 kgs (77 lbs) at 18 weeks old and Stella was 11 kg (24 lbs) at 27 weeks old).

They were both fabulous.  Went in wagging, jumped on the scales no worries, and were put into a huge cage together, at least until they have their ops.  After that separate but next to each other.

I wonder if they will have the dreaded cone.  Will let you know.

See ya and have a great day.

Love Carol

 

I have an ouchie on my neck.

Hello Everybuddy, I had to go to the Vet yesterday with Rory.  He had his last immunisation and check up and he is just perfect.  He was a very good boy and after his check up with Miss Anna he just fell asleep on the floor at her feet.  

Then it was my turn.  Mum found a lump on my neck about a week ago and it has gotten bigger.  Miss Anna had a good look and felt it all around and said I have a tumour.  It is a Histiocytoma.  She is virtually certain it is a benign tumour that some young dogs get. Miss Anna said they sometimes go away themselves, or they can be cut out.  

Here is a photo of my ouchie.  I bumped it an hour ago and it bled a little but it didn't hurt me.  I didn't even know.  Mum gave me cuddles and cleaned me up.

Miss Anna  is the best Vet in the world (well in our part of the world anyway).  We love her to bits and trust her 100%.  She helped our angel sissy Kara to the Rainbow Bridge and Mum says her compassion and dedication for the animals she cares for is outstanding.

Over the next three weeks we will monitor my ouchie.  If it changes or gets bigger I will go straight back.  Otherwise in three weeks Rory and I are going to be de-sexed. At the same time I will have my ouchie cut out.  I hope it doesn't hurt.  Mum says it definitely will not cause I will be having a good sleep and won't feel a thing. Mum says we will both be together, will have a little sleep with Miss Anna and then come home.  We might have a sore spot but this will pass and mum says she will spoil us rotten.  Yay.  That sounds good to us.


 Anyhoo, after that bloomin' ol news, we had our first play in our back paddock.  My brother had to whipper snipper the long grass.  We need a ride on mower, but lack of the paper money can be a bummer (woops, mum says I musn't swear).  It was heaps fun and we ran and ran.  Even Rory. 

A doggie across the paddock barked and wanted to come and play.  You have to look carefully and bigify near the middle behind the sheep.  We totally ignored the sheep but they are friendly fellows.

After all that, we only had the energy to do this.

Last but not least, Rory sends this photo for everyone celebrating Halloween. 

Well bye for now.  Hope you are all having a wonderful weekend.  

No worries, and love, Stella and Rory