Belated Happy New Year everyone!
J and I got home from Adelaide on Tuesday evening and had a chilled out evening on the couch with our fur kids. (Plus two more, our dog sitter extraordinaire M asked us to return the favour while she went out on the town, and we were thrilled to be able to do that after her efforts over the weekend.)
After the first effort at letting all the pups out - crazy hooning round the yard, sniffing, demanding pats, more hooning - I had an important job to do before settling in for the evening.
My friend JE and her daughter K, live a few streets away and have been very welcoming since we moved into the neighborhood. They are happily owned by German Shepherd, Zander, and Pointer X, Pi. (Yay for Maths geeks!) JE got in touch while we were in Adelaide to ask about borrowing crates. Zander has hurt his back and the vet was recommending crate rest. So we dug up two spare crates (amazing the stuff in our garage!) and I took them round to her.
Poor Zander's back had been through a couple of days of highs and lows, including a very scary morning where his hind legs just didn't work at all. The vet had made him comfy with a cortisone injection but he was still NQR and most unhappy at Pi wanting to play with him.
I had a lovely visit with Zander and Pi and their ladies (me, say no to champagne on NYE?). Pi gives very gentle soft sniffy kisses (yes, Ishka, she doesn't slobber over half a person's face to say good morning!) and Zander has the loveliest eyes.
Pi was so happy to get belly scratches that she collapsed on the floor in absolute delight and all we could see of her was this:
We hope that crate training goes well for Zander and Pi, and helps his back recover. I understand that crate training a dog is a lot like controlled crying with a baby - there are times when the parent feels like a monster, and it can be heartily unpleasant for all. Fingers crossed that Zander and Pi learn to love their "indoor kennels" quickly.
After dinner, J and I watched random telly til the fireworks started - it's compulsory to flick between the Melbourne and Sydney fireworks coverage and do the "us and them" comparison of course. Even though we live quite a way from the CBD and the main fireworks, there were plenty of local bangs going off, as well as echoes from the city. The dogs, in their familiar living room, on their familiar beds, with their familiar humans present, were very calm during all the noise. Of course, since NYE, the reports of lost and found dogs on FB has skyrocketed, so clearly many dogs were not so calm, poor things. I hope there are many happy reunions happening now the smoke has cleared.
Happy New Year everyone from me & J, Ishka & Frankie, Czar & Bolo!