It started with the Crazy Cat Lady 2 doors down who owns or at least feeds two of them. She used to have three but one has buggered off or more than likely been run over. I don't think those cats are ever let in, not even at night. They just seem to roam the neighbourhood at will. One of them is always seen coming out from behind my little boxwood (Stupid Cat) and the other makes itself comfortable on the front porch (Cheeky Cat). I don't know what we're paying Gimpy Dog for; she's pretty useless.
The other night, Himself hears a bit of a ruckus out the front. Sounded sorta like a cat fight. Out he goes to investigate, grabbing a big stick Lego Boy uses as a quarterstaff (I just had to ask him for the name of the weapon and of course he knew the answer without hesitation but ask him what 6x7 is and not a clue). What he expected to find that would have required a big stick, I have no idea. All he finds Cheeky Cat sitting on the walkway watching the dogwood bush with great interest and this weird yowling sound. Himself must have startled them because all of a sudden, 2 cats came tearing out from underneath the bush. They take off across the street, Cheeky Cat in hot pursuit and a fourth cat comes from out of no where and joins in the chase.
I wasn't home at the time so missed all the excitement but I told Himself that there wasn't enough room under the dogwood for a fight; it was probably cat sex and he had spoiled it for feline love-birds plus Cheeky Cat who was patiently waiting his turn and the fourth mystery cat who was out of luck all together.
I was not too impressed to discover that my front garden was being used as a some kind of sex den for the local feline skank. Doesn't anyone fix their animals anymore?
Gimpy Dog is 12 years old. Since the life expectancy of Labs is 12 to 13 years, I'd say she pushing her luck. As is to be expected with any aging species, she has collected a varied array of ailments.
It started with arthritis. She takes glucosamine tablets for that. Then she blew out her knee in the fall and required surgery for a torn ACL and now takes anti-inflammatories for that. At her annual check-up in the spring she turned up anemic and takes iron tablets to combat that. Dr. Lady Vet is monitoring the anemia to make sure it's nothing sinister like a growth on some organ.
The other day I was sitting in the front room in my favourite chair reading and GD came to the window to bark at the wind. I was a just the right height and angle to notice something untoward at her arse end. Usually, her bum hole is a very nice looking bum hole - very clean, no poo hanging out of it and tiny. This day it was dark and bigger and not at all right.
After I managed to lift her back end up, because as soon as she saw me coming for it, she sat down with her tail tucked very firmly underneath her, I saw something bulging out of her and all kinds of pus and other grossness. And I caught a whiff a very foul smell. How could I have not smelled this before, I wondered, 'cause this reeks.
The upshot of it, according to Dr. Man Vet, is a
That's just going to be awesome.
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