Emergency Trip To The Vet

Had a very stressed out night so far, but I just got out a warm relaxing bath and I’m feeling better. But not less worried. Let me start at the beginning.

We were invited to go to J’s parents for dinner, and Lila and Rusty were invited too. They usually go with us because J’s mom also have two Doxies and they adore playing together. At some point I saw him chewing on something foreign and he had already swallowed it by the time I tried to get in out of his mouth.

Just before we left his parents I noticed that it looked like Rusty was having some kind of convulsion, like maybe hiccups but not. It was only in his throat area, and not his whole body like it usually does when he has hiccups. Like he was involuntarily swallowing but worse. Then he started to gurgle. It was faint but it was there. At this point I really should mention (again) that my dogs are like my children. I’ll always be better safe than sorry and what’s worse is that they can’t tell us what’s wrong so I don’t want them to to hurt because I was too stingy to dish out the consultation fee.  

All these scenarios ran through my head and we decided it would be best to take him to the emergency vet clinic, just in case. So we dropped Lila off at home and headed over there. The vet looked him over and gave him something to make him vomit because he thought it was a possibility that Rusty ate something that’s stuck in his throat and/or scratched his throat on the way to his stomach. (He’s still convulsing and gurgling at this point) Apparently he didn’t see anything strange in the contents he brought up, but were told that if he’s still at it tomorrow we should take him in again.

To make matters even worse, when we got home Lila was totally ignoring us, and didn’t even greet us at the door as she usually does. She was just sitting in her bed with hate filled eyes. I had forgotten in all the rush that this would be the first time she would be completely alone, even if it was for less than an hour. She’s scarred people. I scarred my dog for life! So because I’m a dork, added to the fact that this is an emotional time of the month for me I burst into tears.

When I got out the bath Rusty seemed his old self even though he still hasn’t eaten anything again after emptying his stomach and he’s still doing the swallowing-action but thankfully the gurgling is gone. Also, Lila is still peeved at us and is in out her bed practically radiating “you’re dead to me” vibes.

If I wake up tomorrow morning and he’s still doing it I’m taking him to the vet again. Our vet. I hate going to Dr’s I don’t know but I had no choice as our vet’s offices were closed when all this shizz went down. I like knowing that my vet knows the medical history of my dogs. (I still have two at my parents house remember? But they’re the family dogs)

I totally jinxed them when I wrote this post didn’t I? Right, I’m off to cuddle my sick boy and kiss ass to my pissed off girl. Wish me luck. With both.

Blogging

It has been said that blogging about blogging is stupid. Good thing my middle name is ‘sometimes incredibly stupid’. Examples of this can be found all over this blog, if one would have the inclination to look for it.

I’ve been reading a lot of different kinds of blogs, some aren’t even on my blogroll but is instead safely tucked away in my google reader. And the more I read the more I realise that there are some fantastic people out there. Great people. Funny people. Honest people. Weird people. And even slightly scary people who are still cool.

But as with everything else in life blogging can’t just be simple, and it shouldn’t be. We’re all human and with that all these emotions and feelings pop up, and sometimes so much more goes on behind the scenes of what we type on the digital pages of the world wide web. Friendships are made and kept and a little thing like the distance of thousands of miles and completely different cultures seem so insignificant. So small. As many bloggers have also said, it’s like free therapy. I love free stuff.

Then you get the more negative aspects of blogging. I read a post recently by a popular blogger and someone sent the blogger in question an email stating how jealous he/she was about their “blogging fame”. In a small way, I can relate. Who wouldn’t want a 100 comments or more? How awesome would that recognition be? A 100 people saying; “Hey, I think you’re great” and then I start thinking…

I don’t know how many people here has hosted a party? (Raise your hand) A big party with lots of people? More often than not I leave the party exhausted and under whelmed. I never get enough time with anyone and I’m running around trying to accommodate everyone, trying to make sure people are enjoying themselves. And afterwards, while I pick up beer cans and fish bottles out of the swimming pool (I know you’re like; “what kind of people do you invite to your party anyway!?”) I always say “I am never doing that again!” I kinda think that’s what it would be for me. Exhausting. And the expectation to top yourself every time! Wow. I’ve always preferred small get togethers.

Now I’m not ragging on these kinds of bloggers. Dude, I have them in my reader. There’s a reason they have thirty three bajillion subscribers! They don’t need to top themselves ‘cause they’re awesome all the time. (I think, how would I know?) And there’s a reason I keep going back. I can never be as funny or original as these bloggers and I am so relieved to say that I am finally fine with that.

That said, I have so many people on my blogroll that are completely wonderful and I always think; “Why aren’t more people reading this!?”

The point I am trying to make (yeah I totally have a point!) is that when I’ve read all these totally cool blogs and decide not to comment (because what’s one more comment in the great scheme of things?) I come back to my small space on the internets, peppered with spelling errors and glitches and I say to my blog; “Oh! You so cute!” Like you would to a small, tiny, little puppy that’s actually ugly, but a cute ugly you know? Like, you love it even when most people don’t understand why? Almost like a Chinese Crested but not quite? It doesn’t mean much in the way of size, but has a whole lotta heart.

Discuss.

Verdict: Healthy!

Guess who went to the vet today for their last injections and is now sulking under a blanket in their bed?

Rusty and Lila

Apparently they’re in very good shape and he’s very happy with how healthy they are! Marvellous I say!

Words

Seems like everyone, their uncle and their dead aunt Millie is doing this wordle thing, so natuarally I had to do it too. I’m always late to the party though. And apparently I say totally and like a lot. Like totally.

In unrelated news, on Sunday we went to Makro to get a few things and while I was trying to manuever the heavy trolley around the aisles some dude rammed his trolley into my achilles tendon. Two days later I can barely walk and I have huge bump as evidence.

Possibly Crazy

I totally yelled at J to get “out of my face” yesterday. Do not screw with a woman that’s pmsing. Seriously. You’ll only get burned. The thing is, I don’t even know what my reaction will be once it comes raging out of my mouth, and it even surprises me. Note to J: I won’t react they way you expect me to so don’t say stupid, random shit.

I then ate a whole slab chocolate, while reading in bed. I decided at 6pm last night that it would be best for all parties involved if I just went to sleep. So I did. I was planning on a short nap, but I woke up just a few minutes shy of 10pm. I was in a better mood, thanks God.

Had a pretty busy weekend. Nothing to write home about, also didn’t get anything done that I wanted to. I have to mention though, that I didn’t get to sleep late once! Not once! That totally sucked.

In other news, I found the following movie convo hysterically funny. Go figure.

Leah:Yo Yo Yiggady Yo.
Juno: I’m at suicide risk. 
Leah: Juno?
Juno: No, it’s Morgan Freeman. Do you have any bones that need collecting?
Leah: Only the one in my pants…
Juno: I’m pregnant.
Leah: What? Honest to blog?
Juno:Yeah. Yeah, it’s Bleekers.
Leah: It’s probably just a food baby. Did you have a big lunch?
Juno: No, this is not a food baby all right? I’ve taken like three pregnancy tests, and I’m forshizz up the spout.
Leah: How did you even generate enough pee for three pregnancy tests? That’s amazing…
Juno: I don’t know, I drank like, ten tons of Sunny D… Anyway dude, I’m telling you I’m pregnant and you’re acting shockingly cavalier.
Leah: Is this for real? Like, for real for real?
Juno: Unfortunately, yes.
Leah: Oh my GOD. Oh shit! Phuket, Thailand!
Juno: There we go. That was kind of the emotion that I was searching for on the first take.

Current fave movie. Not preggs, just though it was funny.

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Happy 90th Birthday Madiba

“Never, never and never again shall it be that this beautiful land will again experience the oppression of one by another.” ~ Mr Nelson Mandela.

 

 

 

 

 

I hope your day is filled with all the love and happiness you deserve!
 

Puppies

I’m one of those annoying dog people. You know the ones I’m talking about. I totally baby talk to them and I even sing sometimes. *ahem* When J got me the puppies we did have our doubts. “Maybe this is too much responsibility, too fast?” and “Are we really ready for this?” Needless to say that didn’t last long and we don’t regret it one bit. As I said to J; “They bring us nothing but happiness. Good move on your part bud.”

Rusty and Lila

I can’t believe they’ve gotten so big! They actually look like ’sausage dogs’ now whereas in the beginning people had to ask me what breed they were.

Pens and Pencils

I bought a new Pictionary board game this weekend, and when J caught me sniffing the pencils that came in the box, this is the conversation that followed:

J: “What the hell are you doing?” - looking mildly amused and weirded out at the same time.
Me: “I love the smell of fresh pencils, reminds me of school.” - *sniffing*
J: “But you hated school”
Me: “And your point is?”

I’ve always loved stationary. It did in fact remind me of school. The beginning of each year I felt was a fresh start, with new books and pens and pencils. When I was younger I just new that each school year would be the best of them all. New and old friends, new teachers and new things to learn and especially new adventures. Because at that age the childlike imagination hasn’t yet faded. I loved arranging and rearranging my school bag weeks before school started, taking all my shiny new pencils out of their box, the clinking sound the wood made as the rolled out of it and then neatly putting them back. The smell…as I’ve already mentioned is heavenly.

New pens and pencils remind me of writing letters to the girl I was just certain would be my best friend forever. They remind me of the very first ‘love letter’ I wrote to my first ever boyfriend (who I avoided during break time like the plague…as one does) and of course, reminds me of all the cards I made for my mother. “Ek is lief vir mamma!” and “Die beste mamma ooit!” They remind me of my pen pals I wrote to over the years and how bittersweet it was to realise that we’re growing up and all the letters began to dry up.

Pencils and pens remind me of blank pages and new beginnings, of friendship and love. Of the time when being a young girl is confusing, and of a time when she sets pen to paper to try and figure out where she belongs.It reminds me of a time when I didn’t know any responsibility other than being a child and now that I’m a little older I find myself thinking that my mother was right. I should have tried to stay one for as long as I can.

Smelling new pencils still stir the child in me, and I can almost hear her care free giggle. Now tell me, what stirs the child in you?

Arte Y Pico

You know what I hate? I hate when I want to tell someone about something I read/saw on tv and a third party goes; “Oh yeah I saw that too!” and the rambles off, telling the story. Then looks at you and says; “Oh I’m sorry. Did you want to tell it?”. It just happened so I wanted to blog about it. Anyway.

You know what I love? Awards! One of my favourite bloggers thought I deserved this and appreciate it! Javaqueen is an amazing person and blogger and I heart her. You should all read her!

 

Here are the rules:

1) Choose 5 blogs that you consider deserving of this award based on creativity, design, interesting material, and overall contribution to the blogger community, regardless of the language.
2) Post the name of the author and a link to his or her blog by so everyone can view it.
3) Each award-winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award.
4) The award-winner and the presenter should post the link of the “Arte y pico“ blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award.
5) Please post these rules.

My five are:

Rialeilani, Eva, Gracey, Peter Parkour and Smash.