Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Hervey Bay Holidays

October is holiday time at our place and we're just back from the fabulous Hervey Bay. Now, there was lots of discussions as to whether or not we could go this year because of the cruciate repair. Worst case scenario - a sore leg while we were away.

Mum and Dad decided to take the crate, and me and go anyway. Lindsey, my fabulous physio, said no beach or loose sand but keep up my walking and stretching exercises. So, off we went. Our holiday house was great - the crate was set up inside the lounge next to the TV, and there was an undercover area off the living area. And across the lane and down a bit was the cat rescue lady from the local rehoming centre - Hervey Bay Pet Warriors. Unfortunately I wasn't allowed to visit the cat enclosure.

We had a routine while we were away - each morning Mum and Misty walked over to Aunty Allison's house, where Sienna the doberman lives for a play date. Dad and I stayed home, watched TV and ate Coco-Pops. Then we hung round till 4pm (and laid in the sun), when the off lead beach opened. Misty went for a walk and paddle while I stayed home, then Mum and Dad walked me over to see the beach. After five days of following this punishing schedule, Misty started to falter. And we thought a not-quite two year old labrador cross was unbreakable.

Our first day home, Misty still hasn't woken up properly, I haven't stopped smiling and Mum and Dad are checking their 2011 diaries to book for next year - a great holiday had by all.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Happy Birthday to Me - 10 Years Young

Happy Birthday to Me....

Its my birthday, and I'm ten (in dog years), about seventy in human years. No wonder I sometimes feel a bit old.

Even though I'm stuck in the garage I'm still having a great day. I went to physio this morning, then dropped in at the local vet and saw Jacque and Jacqui who gave me lots of pats and little bits of lamb puff. Unfortunately we were too early to see Trish, but later in the day she sent me a lovely email, which made my tail wag. Everyone says I am walking fabulously, and they can't believe I'm only three and a half weeks post-op.

Its been raining today - torrential at times - a good day for a cuddle up in the crate. For dinner tonight Mum made bacon and egg burgers (Grandma and Grandpa McDonald had a snack bar when Mum was little, and Mum makes a pretty good burger), and then we had cake. Rich gooey chocolate cake. Yum. Mum did try for a photo, but really, can't I eat my cake in peace. (Yes I can because I kept running away from the camera)

Of course, now my belly's full and I'm feeling a bit sleepy. Might just go and have a nap.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Crate Wars

At Chez Gromit we are currently undertaking a battle which shall be known as Crate Wars. You see, the crate only comes out when someone isn't well, and right now that's me. Although I'm not sick, I'm just recovering from my knee surgery. My crate, bought for my 2007 surgery and decorated with my special moon and stars doona cover, is in the garage on a non-slip mat until I'm allowed on the stairs.

I'm doing really well with my knee - walking and happy without any pain relief. I've just started physio and four times a day I get to go for a 5 minute lead walk, and do my bending and stretching exercises. I love getting out and about - there's only one problem - every time I get out of the crate, someone else gets in.

It seems Misty is a lover of all things crate, and despite the fact we don't both fit comfortably, she keeps hopping in with me. Sometimes I let her, and sometimes I bark and bark until Mum or Dad comes running.

Last night, we had a really big storm. I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm a bit scared of storms and I had to get Dad, then Mum to sit with me until I stopped shaking. And you know where Misty was? Fast asleep in MY crate.

The Great Crate War of 2010. Let the battle begin...