Over the last few weeks there has been an increasingly appalling wafting of halitosis coming from my sweet little Rosie. She has had trouble with her teeth in the past and late Friday night she was up on the couch with me and we reached ‘situation critical’. I could no longer abide her on the couch as the odour was just too offensive.
I managed to book her in for a ‘scale and clean’ plus an examination all under general anaesthetic scheduled for first thing Monday morning. Well by Sunday afternoon I noticed that Rosie’s mother, Ruby, was also emitting a toxic odour that made me wish I wasn’t their ‘pack leader’ and could we in the pack not be so close we’re touching each other, only ALL THE TIME.
I gave them both a bath and rubbed conditioner into their fur and dried them with Sheridan bath towels and brushed their shiny coats, all so the vet didn’t think these are dogs suffering from neglect.
Early Monday morning Alfie and I put the girls into the car and with the windows down we drove 45 minutes to the vet who we have come to know so well he is almost on my dinner party list. I told him that I suspected Ruby also had something horrid going on inside her mouth and he said, ‘Not a problem; let us give her a general too and we’ll find out what’s going on’.
The budget just blew out.
The vet’s nurse asked me if I would like the girls to share a cage and I thought that was so lovely and thoughtful. I carried them into the cage that had blankets being warmed by a heat bed and kissed their sad and distressed faces goodbye.
Alfie and I spent the day on the coast and I took him to the Flying Fox Playground at Winnererremy Bay in Mona Vale where he had a great time on the flying fox and on the spider climbing frame.
We had lunch at the Newport Arms Hotel which apart from the view was absolutely disappointing. The pub has an enormous outside area and it was a stunning day so we were able to sit outside and take advantage of the beautiful water views however, the food we ordered was completely overpriced and to pay $25.00 for a fried seafood basket that’s rubbery with horrid presentation is just disappointing. Worse than that was the $24.00 rogan josh lamb curry that was completely ordinary and for some reason, decorated in cashews and was advertised as coming with pappadums however, there was just one singular oily pappadum to be seen.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. No, the worst of it was that the pub is plagued with seagulls who circle the tables seeking any and every opportunity. It was my mistake to leave Alfie all alone as I exited to purchase a drink from the bar. I hadn’t taken two steps before the seagulls swarmed and attacked Alfie’s plate while defecating on him and our table and chairs.
We steeled our nerves and continued to press on with our over-priced food but when it was time to leave we stood up, took a couple of steps and the seagulls descended in a pack the size of the locusts that destroyed Egypt. Nothing was spared and three glasses were knocked over and crashed onto the brick pavers shattering glass in every direction. The commotion was such that all eyes were on the helpless mother and her bird-poo stained son as we tried to protect ourselves from an aves plague.
We returned to the vet at 4pm to collect our little girls but the teeth cleaning had been rather more aggressive and extractions had been involved. Ruby’s operation had taken more than an hour which is quite lengthy for someone of just 7.5kgs who’s about one hundred in dog years. Both had had multiple extractions with the promise of more to come if we don’t do something about the plaque building up on their teeth. Easier said than done!
Once their IV drips had been removed, I was allowed to go in and see them in their shared cage. Even in their groggy state they were so pleased to see the pack leader that they stood up on their legs only to have them collapse beneath them and land on their sad and sorry chins.
They were so groggy they had to stay for an extra hour before leaving the surgery as Ruby wasn’t coming around from the anaesthetic as quickly as had been hoped.
Anyway, at around 5.30pm and after a very full day we paid that bill. I was hoping we might have been in for a two-for-one deal but alas, it was more ‘double the trouble’. And there were parting words of how poor Ruby is in desperate need of a double knee replacement and ker-ching, ker-ching I was dazzled by the cost. But it must be done. I’ll just have to keep Carl out of the loop. He’s so stingy when it comes to the dogs. Best if the money is syphoned out of the account gradually – he’ll never notice!
And I’m sure you’re all anxious to know how they’re surviving post-operatively. We had a very quiet night last night with them not even being able to utter a bark. They’re being fed a soft diet of gourmet mince, they have their pain killers twice a day and yes, there was a nasty reaction to the anaesthetic but let’s not mention bowel issues.
Devoting myself to them is my full-time job.
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