Well apart from the first week of June when we were in/on the fabulous Il de Re, the month was fairly rotten for me. I had to have my darling Piglet, not really a piglet but a Bichon Havanais, put to sleep. Her name was Piglet because when I picked her up from a breeder who had gone bust (such a shame……..!) he had shaved her right to the skin, probably because the fur was in such a dreadful condition, and she looked just like Piglet from Winnie the Pooh. She never knew it was a strange name ! She was adopted but brought back after a week because she “didn’t interact with other dogs” ! Poor little mite, she didn’t know how to, all she had known was a filthy cage. Anyway, I kept her and for 16 years she was the sweetest, gentlest of dogs. She wasn’t any bother at all, not demanding of affection, she was just ‘there’, the tiniest little dog who has left a chasm of a space in our lives. It was the dreaded cancer, a tumour appeared on her gum and before long had taken over most of her mouth and was closing her throat. There was no discussion.
That was Monday; on Tuesday I had the mother of all ghastly dental appointments which involved, bone, stitches, blood and tears, so many tears !! To be fair, the poor chap didn’t actually hurt me, it was the noise and the vibration of metal on teeth.
Wednesday I realised to my horror (in fact my friend Sue pointed it out) that a family reunion I had agreed to go to, booked flights and accommodation, was the same weekend as the Vide Grenier in Montcuq where we always have a hum dinger of a second hand clothes stall and which makes a lot of money for Poorpaws. Panic ! How could I tell my family I couldn’t join them because of, well, a jumble sale ?! To the rescue came the best pals a girl could have, a rota has been set up for the day – which starts at 6am and finishes at 6pm ! I will never be able to thank them enough.
Thursday, the guy who has been house/dog sitting for us for the last few years, decided he didn’t want to do it any more. I can’t blame him, the pay is crap, but dear Jacky didn’t do it for the money, he did it for the love of the dogs. Also we are a long way from his work. I’m just so rateful he will do the dates he agreed to this year and that will give us time to, hopefully, find someone else.
Friday I was contacted and begged to take a beautiful Brittany Spaniel of eight years old, who has just given up at bergerac SPA. It broke my heart to say no, well, no not yet, but as people keep pointing out to me, we cannot save them all. I know, I know, but a Brittany !!
So that was my mess then perfect week !!
Better news, all the Springer puppies have been adopted, two going to work on an estate where their new owners are gamekeepers. They are going to have a great life ……..so are th puppies, boom boom !
I’m surprised that Naomi hasn’t gone yet. She has the scruffy look a lot of you love and she is a real love. Danielle has had a lot more dogs in and hopefully photos will be on the adoptions page very soon. She takes all our ‘adoptables’ as I am just overflowing with oldies who don’t take so much time …….. but a lot more money, if I had a euro for every time I’ve been to the vet, I could afford to rent the Royal Box at Wimbledon !
A couple of weeks ago, I noticed my beloved old Citroen Picasso was making a ‘clonking’ noise when I turned sharp bends. Ernst had a look and a listen then declared there was no noise and nothing wrong. Fine. Then it got worse and I remembered that Ernst’s hearing is failing ! I went to the garage to be told that one stabiliser was bent and the end had sheared off. Hmm, just how good is Ernst’s hearing and why did he ask where our insurance policies are…………………?
Have a great month, it seems like Summer has arrived at last !