Did I meet you last week?

                                                                                                                                                    

Larry, Kaiser and I don't know who at Ewenton.

 At Mort Bay.                        

Lily and Ruby.

Ella is attached to her human. And why is little Frankie looking at me like that?                        

                                           Diesel.                           

Jessie was a bit puffed out.                                                                                             

Cooper.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      

Max. 

                                                Tess at Birrung.     

Since it's winter, our evening walks are mostly in the dark. Don't we look frightening?                                      Especially Harley and Cody.

I wish The People In Charge Of These Things would put lights up for us.

Poppy was there.

And Father Jack.

                        

Me at Ballast Point.

Tara's human is home and we meet up! I haven't played with Tara for 3 weeks. She is my BGF and it was great seeing her again. I got to meet her new housemate Sammy as well.

These pictures are old ones because my out-at-work human was slack.

I had a little kerfuffle with Tara and bit her in the tongue. I'm so sorry Tara!

I got to ride with Tara in her ute a while back. It was my first time and I was a little nervous though I tried hard not to show it.

Mr Thumper was gloating in the back seat. *bleah*

"I wonder who I'll meet THIS week!*

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How is Rufus B Thumper?

The rain woke me up this morning. It was about 4.30. I found Rufus sleeping outside. He was soaked but had to be persuaded to come back into the house.

The first urine test last week was inconclusive. So over the weekend, we collected 3 more samples at different times and are waiting to hear from the vet. If these tests are inconclusive as well, we do blood tests.

Last night, Rufus went off his food after almost 2 weeks of really enjoying his meals. Somewhere during the night, he also threw up again. I'm disappointed and frustrated. I really hope we're not back to square one.

He seems more lame again this morning as well, despite having had 2 Cartofen jabs and being back on his glucosamine. I was going to start him on the green lip mussel supplement today but that'll have to wait now.

His incontinence is not as bad, but it's still there.

When Jordan died, I didn't see it coming. I was angry that it was so sudden, that I wasn't prepared for it. I thought, if only I could have seen that he was sick, then we could have spoilt him with cuddles and steaks and taken him on a last holiday.

But it's not really like that at all. I can see that Rufus is possibly not going to get better, but we can't give him a bone because he's not allowed anything other than boiled plain food. We can't take him for walks because he can only manage a shuffle round the block. We can't pack him into a car for a holiday because he can't really be away from the vet. He's so badly incontinent, we can't even let him into the house, except for his little cordoned off area. 

The decision to let Jordan go wasn't really in our hands.

With Rufus, it will be.

I think it's much worse this way.

This morning, he sat down in the gutter in front of the house though he'd only walked to the end of the street and back. He had to have a rest. Then it took him 5 minutes, maybe longer, to climb the step in the yard. He would put one paw on the step, then back down again. He did it over and over and over.

I'm anxious, tired and desperate for an outcome. And I feel guilty for thinking that way.

German Engineering.

Tara's human went away on a holiday and came back with a marvellous piece of German engineering.

My stay-at-home human played with it a lot, wowing and humming and wondering at how wonderful it was.

This picture is a little deceiving I think. Do German dogs REALLY know how to sit on the potty? I'm not even allowed into the bathroom.

My stay-at-home human is thinking that our local poop bags could really do with an upgrade.

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W*E*L*C*O*M*E  H*O*M*E Fran!

Things I Am Learning #1

The very first thing I learnt when I came to live with my family was My Name.

I don't think I had a name before that. 

When I was picked up at the foster lady's pound, I had a baby pink collar on that said *M*o*l*l*y*. But that wasn't my collar and it wasn't my name. And, thank goodness, my humans didn't take that ghastly collar home with me.

I got my name the very first day I arrived, after an exciting afternoon of googling and heated discussion. Unfortunately, I was not a part of that discussion.

I don't think Georgia is a terribly suitable name for a fearsome Pig Dog like me.

But at least they didn't call me Tabitha or Tallulah, which is what my stay-at-home human wanted to do.

"Now, WHAT is a Pig Dog?" you might ask.

First of all, it's NOT at all the same as a pig of a dog, though I am sometimes that as well, if I must be honest.

A Pig Dog is a dog that's been made just to hunt pigs. I have NEVER hunted a pig. I don't even know what a pig looks like. I'm told it has a curly tail so maybe it looks like the pugs that scamper down Darling Street.

I'm also not allowed pork, though I have had some bacon, which is very yummy especially when it's honey and port wine smoked.

My humans have been told by various burly, bearded men in singlets and blunnies who drive utes that I am likely to be a Kangaroo Dog. This makes me feel very special and especially Australian.

I think I look a lot like a kangaroo in this picture.

It took me a long time to get used to my name. Georgia Little Pea Ratatouille is a complicated name for a simple dog like me. [Not to mention, nonsensical.]

It has 4 whole words and 9 whole syllables, 10 if you pronounce Georgia like Geor-gi-ah which is what my out-at-work human does sometimes.

When my humans call me, "Georgia, COME!" I go running up to them because I know there's usually something to eat hidden in their hand.

Sometimes, when I'm playing or if I've just found a delicious squid in the sand, I ignore them even though my name gets louder each time they call me, "Georgia? GEORGIA!! GEORGIA!*^!!"

You think they'd be smart enough to see I'm busy. But they aren't, and I just end up getting a scolding and no treat.

Occasionally, I get called Little Pea. This usually comes with a tummy tickle, a cuddle and a kiss, or when they're tucking me in for the night, "Good-night, Little Pea, good-night." I like it when they call me Little Pea because they never say it with a scolding voice.

I have NEVER been called Ratatouille. That name is just for show.

I wish I had a really cool name, like Father Jack.

Or Hec-tor.

But it's okay. Not all humans can be inspired. And at least, I'm not a Spot.

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How is Rufus B Thumper?

Collecting wee from a dog is tricky.