We interrupt normal proceedings to gross you out

After we had Llyw’s 2 ferret gills & my Wolf taken from here, Tara returned very briefly before she & her favourite PiriPup vanished once again from my yard. I’d given up ever seeing my 2 dogs ever again, which is why on Sunday Annon got yelled at:

She’d let the 2 boys (WhiteTip & Midnight RippleBack) out & called that she was letting them back in ~ I was in the sitting room knitting when a a small black dynamo landed on my lap & I screamed at Annon because WhiteTip’s tail had gone & with it all my sense & logic. It was Annon who worked out that, as she still had 2 very tailed black dogs round her legs, then the tailless 1 had to be Chut’Chut’ returned.

Whoever took my puppy (6 1/2 months old now) had prepped him for fighting. He’s a rough coat terrier type & looks like a gone-wrong Bedlington Terrier. Beddy’s were originally bred for fighting, poaching & ratting, so either they were hoping to turn him into a ring dog, or were just using him to train up their own fighters.

You can see Chut’ty’s spine poking out through the end of his stump where he was docked badly.  Our Spaniels have docked tails, but much longer than this & their docking was fully healed by the time we got them.  My son pointed out that their tails had been docked ~ we hadn’t noticed that the end isn’t just fluff like our other dogs.  Chut’ty doesn’t even have skin over his end, let alone fur or fluffies.

He obviously rolled over in submission as he has a hole in him from his scrotum across his body & down a back leg ~ it’s just like looking at a 1/2 eaten uncooked cut of meat still attached to the animal. (Chut’Chut’s dad was a BC X so you have the BC love in him)

When he was on my lap yester evening he growled with intent whenever the other dogs so much as looked at him & I spent my time calming him & loving all the dogs, helped by Annon who had Piri & WT on her. Middy sulked. I was worried about bedtime as all the dogs like sleeping with me, so I took Chut’ty up first & Annon let the others up when she finished watching a dvd (no school this day!), but there were no problems at all & everyone settled down. I’m hoping that we can love our poor baby back to himself as he is still a loving, gentle boy under his wariness.

I rang the vet, but as his hole wasn’t new, they couldn’t stitch him together (I don’t think they could have done anyway as there is a lump of dog gone) & as there seems to be no sign of infection, she told me to keep an eye on it & bathe him in brine. I also rang the Gardai to inform them that this was going on & to cover my back if the neighbour decides that I’ve been abusing my dogs again (both times she’s reported me, the ISPCA commented on how happy, healthy & shiny-coated my dogs were! The second time, I was told by them that the Wolf was too skinny, but they left as a Wolfie breeder arrived & told me that she was too fat!)

Beware if you have dogs, they may come after yours.

 

Feb 27 Photo ~ No More Photos :( ~ Camera Stolen

I’ve been so intent on trying to catch up, that I neglected to upload a the photos I’ve taken.   I was going to upload them to the computer last Thursday (19th March) but the friend who was staying got up before I attached camera to computer, so I put it on hold ~ after all, I could upload them that evening, couldn’t I ?  Things didn’t go according to plan:  friend is expecting a baby, so when we went to Thurles (her to return home, me to renew library books & search for info for her), we descended on the charity shops to look for clothes to grow with.

I found a lovely dress & jacket in the St. Vincent de Paul shop, but it was far too long for friend who is about 4″ shorter than me.  We continued looking for suitable clothes, but my eyes kept returning to the dress.  In the end, I was told to go try it on as it was definitely me.

My camera was securely round my neck, under my fleecy jacket as the bus had arrived shortly after I caught Starlight & Moonlight sunbathing around a Laurel stump & camera stayed put.  I had to take it off to undress & try the outfit on.  When I came to redress, there was no camera.  It took me a little while to realize that my camera had been taken from the changing room of a charity shop, a charity that is dedicated to helping those in financial difficulty.

My house is still undergoing renovation & the electrics cannot be finished in 2 rooms until the walls have been stripped, thus my house is a fire risk & cannot be insured (I had an agent come out to check the place over as it is over 200 years old & that is the case, even though every bit of usable electric wiring & fittings thus far put in place is brand new), so no insurance claim.  I left details about the camera with both the shop & the Gardai next door, but nobody is hopeful of my getting the camera or the memory card back.  Time to start saving again for a new camera.