Sunday 17 January 2010

Oh What A Week ...





It has been the most awful week this week. Firstly my pal Mopps became seriously ill on Monday. She wasn't herself in the morning when she allowed me to eat some of her food and didn't moan at me when I bounced around and tried to pull her ears. I soon realised that she couldn't be quite right and left her to sleep on a bean bag. In the afternoon she went to see mum in the kitchen and collapsed on my bed so mum picked her up and rushed her to our nice vets while I went for a walk with the two leg boy. When we got home mum was home without Mopps. Mum spoke to the vet later on and then had to collect Mopps and take her to another vet to stay overnight. This vet called mum every couple hours to tell her how my pal was doing, she wasn't doing very well and I heard mum saying some serious stuff about it being ok to call her in the middle of the night, I knew it was very serious then - my mum does not like being woken up in the middle of the night, not even by little me. In the morning Mopps went back to our vet who then called my mum to tell her she was going downhill ... hmm, I thought she was at the vets not going down a hill, I wondered which hill it was. Mum had to go with her friend to collect Mopps and take her to a specialist who could tell mum what was wrong with her. This specialist told mum that it would cost between 4 and 6 and a half thousand pounds to make Mopps better. Mum was cross, this specialist had called her while she was driving to collect Mopps from our vets and was asked how she intended to pay the bill for Mopps as this specialist only took direct payments. Mum told the lady she would rob a bank and switched her phone off - I think mum was MAD.
When mum got to this new vet specialist he said he would do some tests on Mopps heart and some other things for a couple of hours and this would use up all the money left on mums insurance for Mopps. After that mum would have to make a decision on further treatment. Mum came home and took me for a walk. I hadn't been in and out of my crate so much and I was missing my Mopps. After 2 hours the vet called back and told mum something not very nice because mum sounded sad. Mum said that she understood and yes she agreed for Mopps to be put to sleep - thank god for that, she could come home and sleep next to me on the bean bag again ! As soon as mum put the phone down her friend called and mum said something and then I was put in my bloody crate again and mum drove off. When mum came back she looked like she had been crying and the two legs were asking questions. Mum went onto the computer and looked up all the details of what the vet had diagnosed Mopps with. She had D I C, likely cause: two liver tumours. (Simple Description link)

http://www.petplace.com/dogs/disseminated-intravascular-coagulation-in-dogs/page1.aspx


On Wednesday mum asked this man to come round, he was nice and pleased to see me and gave me a big fuss. He then went off to the bottom of the garden and dug this big hole. I had to stay in and watch through the door even though it looked like I could have been having some fun helping with the hole and it was snowing heavy. Oh joy, then I had to go back in my crate while mum went out AGAIN. When mum came back she was M-A-D and very upset. After Richard, the hole man had spent an hour digging the hole in the garden, one of the two legs came home from school because it had been shut with the snow, mum quickly sent him to his friends without even letting him say hello to me. Richard then filled the hole all back up - what a silly thing to do.... I leave the holes I dig in the garden open. Mum was talking to her friend on the phone, she used some words sounding similar to stuck but I may have got confused with this as she was saying she had got stuck in a car park and had to be dug out and had told someone how disgusting it was that they had charged her £850 per hour to fix Mopps and then couldn't 'stucking' put salt down in their car park and she had a dead dog in the boot .... Jeez, I'm glad my mum doesn't talk to me like that - dead ? did my mum say dead - dear god my Mopps is DEAD !

This is where you do not want to end up when it is icy and snowy ..... and also if your insurance cover is less than 5K.

http://www.vetspecialists.co.uk/index.php


They do have a posh drinks maker that you can ask for assistance with - you do not pay for these drinks - they are hidden in the final bill my mum suspects .... My mum says that she is sure that this specialist vets does make some animals better but when being referred to a specialist vet always stay in control of what these people are doing to your animal, for your animals sake and also for your own financial situation because these people are robbing bastards in times of great grief and turmoil.

Mum lightened the load and took me to this club in the evening. I was so pleased to see Honey my half sister from R litter and this gorgeous looking long haired thing almost like me called Dexter. I tried to be a bit more classy with him and just touched noses and acted demurely then got down to some serious play with Honey. There were lots of other little dogs in the club and all of us had to show this woman called a teacher what we knew. I know a lot about a lot but I was too busy catching up with Honey to show anyone anything I knew. When we got home we went to mums mum to tell her all the news and how I had misbehaved at club and how next week Honey and me will probably not be allowed to sit together - I feel like I can't do anything right .... I miss my Mopps and her steady influence on me and I can't eat because I feel a bit lost.

On Thursday it was my mums big birthday - she was 40 ! Mum said it wasn't a very Happy Birthday for her this year and she was ignoring it. My mums mum and a two leg took me out for a walk - ARGHHHHHHH - There was a man with two dogs on the walk and mums mum asked him if they were ok off the lead and the man said yes .... I went over to say hello and then one of the dogs put its paw up to my face and clonked me very hard and bit into my bottom lip. That dog certainly needed its claws cut like I have mine done. I did a little yelp and was trying to be very brave. The man who owned the dogs just walked off. The two legs rushed me home where my mum almost cried when she saw me. Mums friend bathed my face and I just sat there quietly. There was lots of blood. Mum got some antiseptic wound powder and said she couldn't look at me - Oh my, what did I look like I wondered .... I slept on the sofa with my head resting on a cushion covered over with a blankey. (This is the road to ruin mum, I thought smugly)I was woken by some nice smells and I felt a whole lot better. Mum let me have these things called Prawn Crackers - well it was her birthday ... Mum says I won't be winning any beauty contests now but I am ok and she took me back out for a walk in the evening with Russ my pal from the shop. I have been back to the walk each day as mum says this is the only way to conquer my confidence knock and I am feeling ok by the time we get half way round. I was disappointed that we had to cancel a walk in Ampthill Park with Honey today but mum was worried my scabby face might bleed with all the mouthing we do. Mum has got me a silly cone thing for me to wear at night so I cannot scratch my face and then the scabs but then she felt guilty putting it on me so has let me sleep on sofa on her duvet with her under it at night - her silly rule of NOT IN MY BED will be out of the window if I keep her awake for many more nights - he he. Now she is 'trying' to put vaseline round my scabby face to stop them itching in the hope that I won't scratch and bleed. I know her game and the sofa is where I want to be NOT THAT CRATE. I am feeling better in myself and back to eating my food after a few days of not feeling hungry and I am getting used to not having Mopps around to torment. I did hear mum talking about emails with my old mum Kate - I wonder what they are about .....

New week tomorrow - oh please let it be better.