Life moves pretty fast when you’re Emmalumpdogg and it’s afternoon zoomie time. She was ready to run again after a drink and a five minute break. Ahhh, that Koolie energy! If we could only bottle it (and drink it to keep up!)
Yep, the ribbon was definitely in the dog!😜 One $140 bill later ($70 for the consult, $70 for the apomorphine) and Miss Emmalumpdogg Barf Breath was released into our custody!
Oh well, she got her stitches from her previous misadventure out, so that’s a trip saved. One Greenie toothbrush chew later (her breath was baaaaaaaaaaad!) and some more supervised stick chewing happy time outside and she has now gone under the bed to sleep.
Enjoy it while you can, Emmalumpdogg dear, Daddy has Plans to stop you from going under there to do your Evil Deeds.
So I bought a dress pattern for the first time in years… The Eva dress pattern from Tessuti. It’s one you download and either print at home and stick lots of sheets together, or take to somewhere like Officeworks who do plan printing . I’m trying the “at home” method first (cheaper, and Mum has used it successfully with Style Arc patterns.)
We went to Spotlight yesterday and bought fabric, but I think I bought the wrong thing 😕 It’s a lightweight denim, and after one go through the washing machine, it feels a little stiff. Online friends have suggested a vinegar rinse, so I’ll try that… It was 30% off, so even if I don’t use it for this project, it’s certainly 3 metres of very usable fabric for something else at a good price. The Black and white threads were 40% off, so I saved $8 each, only $11.95 per spool! And the panda tape measure replaces my treasured little woolly sheep that I foolishly left within reach of Emmalumpdogg on her first day here.
I haven’t cleared the sewing machine area yet, or got my sewing tools out, but one step at a time… Especially since I’m dealing with bloody mastitis again. Yep, last June I first found out that any boob can get mastitis, and now here I go again. I went straight to the doctor and got antibiotics, and I’m to call up in two days to check I’m on the right antibiotic for the bug I’ve got. Any sign of this turning into an abcess again and you bet I’ll be knocking on the doctor’s door first thing, I’m not doing that again! *shudder* First person to mention cabbage leaves as helpful gets a cabbage inserted. Sidewards. There are many things cabbages are great for, I am sure, but treating mastitis is NOT one of them! (I have no sense of humour about this, do I?!)
Meanwhile, Miss Emmalumpdogg enjoyed her late afternoon supervised stick chewing. It’s her second favourite time of day. (Her favourite time of day is her super early morning-well, sometimes they’re middle of the night- tracking treks with Daddy.)
Hmmm, could we have another trainee flautist in the family? Maybe a less toothy embouchure would help?!
So my online dog group friends wisely suggested that we try dressing Emmalumpdogg in a kid’s t-shirt instead of the Cone Of Shame. And so far, it’s working! We have some issues with fit, (nothing than rolling up sleeves and maybe a quick spin with the sewing machine won’t fix) but she hasn’t attempted to pick at her stitches at all (fingers crossed!)
This is her favourite spot – if I get up at night, I can pretty much count on The Joker here to have taken over my pillow. Normally I just say “oh goody, a dog pillow, I’ll just lie down here then!” And lie on top of her, then she wriggles out and lies on top of me, and eventually we settle again, but I’m being careful of her stitches at the moment, and I have to lure her away instead. And here she is, showing the latest in afternoon wear. Her new walking harness arrived today, and this photo was her first tryout, so it’s not properly adjusted yet. But it’s very comfortable and has a front leash attachment point, so if she tries to pull on the leash, all she does is turn herself around – tricky! She was very disappointed when I took it off after four hours, I think she thinks it’s her superhero cape! The whole harness is made of reflective material and the piping around the edges is even brighter reflective stuff. The whole thing slips over her head and does up with two clips, and is padded really well. The big test will be tomorrow’s sparrowfart roadwork with Daddy…. Meanwhile, I’m no Rita Hayworth, but my wonderful physiotherapist, J, has worked her magic again…today, more gentle massage that released some of the very deep muscle tightness in my back, some some hip flexor stretching that was quite painful initially but seems to have freed up another stuck bit of the puzzle. I have two exercises to start doing, which seem like very small movements, but which are designed to work core support muscle groups … This is exactly what I need, not some full on, mad gym weights insanity, but this – understanding and gentle progress. After all these years and after seeing so many bad physios it’s such a relief to be heard.
Oh, and I went back to the dentist again, too. Managed to actually get to the clean and polish this time (last week we spent the whole appointment time just getting through the check up and two X-rays). But now I have to go back again and see my dentist’s boss for a consult about my TMJ (temporomandibular joint) issues. Apparently the boss is more in favour of physio treatment (I’ll try that… With the right physio!) than expensive night splints to treat the problem. (I think if I’m in less pain overall, and especially not waking up in pain at night, the jaw clenching/ grinding might settle again anyway).
AND I got a call from my cardiologist today saying that he hadn’t forgotten he’d promised to organise more tests for me, but the person in charge of the technology had been away, and would be in touch with me soon… Bring on the dreaded tilt table test! (yep, just what it sounds like.. Let’s see if we can make Caity faint if we turn her at weird angles. Given I can just about prove this by trying to get Emmalumpdogg’s toys out from under the lounge, this ought to be fun, in a very not fun sort of way.)
Joke for the audiophiles: we got our woofer re-coned! (No, I don’t get it, but Mr Beloved laughed and laughed!)
Poor Miss Emmalumpdogg! Remember last Monday she got an owie? We thought it was healing, but turns out it wasn’t. So back to the vet this morning.
Because Emmalumpdogg had been crying and obviously in pain, we agreed that the best option was surgery to close up the wound and make sure there was no underlying issue.
It took five stitches to fix the owie, and Nadia the vet said there was lots of deep bruising in the tissue. Anyway… She has anti-inflammatory meds and antibiotics, and gets the stitches out in 10-14 days, all going well.
She’s very, very drowsy tonight. And we are very broke. But what can you do when you love an Emmalumpdogg?
Poor silly Emmalumpdogg gave herself and us a scare… Afternoon zoomies after her walk, she went chasing up our side yard and caught her side on a fencing panel that wasn’t secured. I heard her scream and saw her lying down, panting, and feared the worst, but luckily she’d only torn off a bit of skin (with one slightly deeper point) and grazed her inside back leg… Quick call and car ride to the vet 10 minutes away, antibiotic injection, and vet confirmed Emmalumpdogg was definitely more frightened than hurt. The worst part was having to wash off her wounds with dilute betadine when we got home… “That stings, mummy!” She’s sleeping it off and doesn’t want her tea, even though it includes her favourite things… Frozen baby peas and sardines in springwater.
Ms. Emmalumpdogg looooooves to track. She’s been waking her Daddy up early and taking him on long, interesting walks in the morning. Sometimes she even holds still for long enough for Daddy to take pictures of things… Like a flowering cactus, a native hibiscus, and the old Toowoomba maltings.
From the first time we saw her as an intelligent-eyed 18 week old puppy on the RSPCA website, to our first meeting; her first nervous slink into the yard, to owning the bed… Ms Emmalumpdogg has come a long way since November 19!
Emma has just turned eight months old. This is one of her favourite things in the world… Her backyard racetrack, otherwise known as the Emmadrome.