I live in it!
This week Tweed got all excited when we met up with a friend for walkies, raced over to see him and started yelping, and has been limping ever since. I’ve never had a dog so prone to injuring himself in mystery ways that don’t show up on x-rays. It’s a very exclusive club – member: Tweed.
But then Wootie wanted to join the club yesterday, apparently. I left the dogs alone for a couple of hours and when I got back, Wootie came out on the porch to greet me, lay down, starting shaking and screamed whenever I tried to pick him up. He wouldn’t even sit like a bunny for a liver cookie (though of course, still really wanted to eat the liver cookie), so I know it couldn’t be good. Off to the vet.
Now I know what the insides of Wootie look like, and I also know that under all that lard he does indeed have a backbone, because I saw it on the x-rays! The good news was that he didn’t bloat, which was my biggest fear (he’s not a big dog, but he is very deep chested AND he runs really hard after things which he catches and immediately eats). The bad news is we don’t know exactly what happened to him, but Dr. Bowra believes he may have hurt his back or ribs, and blames Dexter for rough housing too much with Woo.
It was a sad evening yesterday, because Wootie kept moaning and every time he’d get up to circle around to lie down again, he’d cry. I thought my heart would break.
Wootie is supposed to be resting, and looking sad so I can have photo ops of SadBack Woo, but this morning he said he felt 100% better and as soon as I opened the door he took off after rabbits and I didn’t see him again for quite some time. There are rabbits, incidentally, EVERYWHERE. They’re hopping across the lawn, running across the road, eating dandelions all over the place. They even hop up on my deck, which is a great way to give me a heart attack, when on a peaceful afternoon 5 dogs start hurling themselves at the glass door. Bunnies are very, very stupid. Or suicidal.
Anyway, Wootie’s new found vigor made me happy because I was trying to work out the logistics of walking 5 dogs, 3 of whom should be on leash (Limpy Tweed, SadBack Woo and Bitey von Snarlypants TWooie) somewhere other than my property, which currently looks like one giant puddle after all this wind and rain we’ve been having. No matter how I tried to work out the logistics of it, it just wasn’t going to happen. In the end, we just went for walkies through the Farm Puddle anyway. That’s why doG made rubber boots, after all.
You’ll notice in the bottom corner of the photo both a Woo and a TWoo looking for muskrats. The longer TWooie is here, the more he continues to unwind. I want to say that he’s starting to behave like a normal dog, but as a relative of Mr. Woo that’s just not in the cards. However, he is really starting to find himself – himself being far away from The Food Lady hunting critters.
It’s a nice change from having him pressed fearfully against my knee as we walk. He’s lost a little weight and he’s grown accustomed to my dogs being whacky in his presence and His Highness now allows them to wrassle without biting them.
He’s still a full time job to walk at the park though, because he’s got to stay on a leash and Gentle Leader so I can keep him from snarking at other dogs. So being able to walk on the property was a bonus today, as it meant just one dog on a leash. Limpy Tweed resents being on lead when all his siblings are cavorting however.
But she’s such a wee thing (though ferocious!) that when she went airborne the 70km/hour winds nearly blew her into the Serpentine.
No fear of that for Dexter, however, who is a MONSTER. He’s now as tall as Tweed and weighs nearly as much, even though he’s so thin he’s practically see-through.
Even TWooie gave the Free Tweed game a go, which is the first time he has ever shown any interest in anything resembling a toy or a game. I was very excited for him!
Alas, his interest was short lived and he only jumped at the leash the one time before remembering he’s supposed to be a stick-in-the-mud fearful rescue dog, so his photo is blurry. Thanks a lot, TWoo.
This weekend, I am going to try trialing Piper at agility again (for those of you smitten with the little witch, feel free to check the dumpster behind the Chevron off Highway 15, as if she pulls any of her favourite stunts, that’s where I’ll be tossing her on the way home). Tweed is also supposed to trial, but not if we can’t get him to stop limping. I’ve got him (and SadBack) on Traumeel, a homeopathic remedy that’s supposed to reduce inflammation and provide pain relief. Anyone ever try it?)
And in other news, 3WAAW has teamed up with several artists of different disciplines to produce one-of-a-kind Woo-related objets d’arts. Once a month or so we’ll do a “Woo Off” and these items will be up for sale for a limited time only. There may be 10 of an item, or just one, and it will be available until it’s sold only, then it’ll never be available again. I thought it’d be a fun way to a) earn money b) raise the profiles of talented artists and c) give you the opportunity to own very limited editions of cool arty stuff that none of your friends will have.
So here’s the question – would you prefer advanced warning of a “Woo Off” (ie, reminders for several days leading up to the sale) or do you think it would just be fun to !POOF! have the item appear on the website and you takes your chances that you’ll have popped in that day to see what’s up? I can’t decide which way to do it.
In the meantime, don’t forget to check out the Wootube Cafe Press store to see some of the stuff I’ve been adding in my free time. I know Cafe Press can be pricey, so my mark-up is really low. But if you have an idea of something you’d like to see in the store, contact me with your suggestions and I’ll do my best to oblige!