Just emerged from a migraine: so sorry folks, I have been a miserably infrequent blogger and communicator this year. Too much happening and my health really not very good so far. Note to self, must try harder!
The last few weeks seem to have passed by in a fog of fatigue, with my feet not touching the ground.
We’ve had emergency rushes to Bradford to see the Zoo vet with the gecko which you know about (he now goes from strength to strength): several stints in the Dental Hospital for me, with four more scheduled: visits to see possible Rescue dogs, taking Onyx along to see who he liked and who he would not have in the house: music mentoring with Theo for this week’s Stars in Your Eyes competition: going with flute teacher to look over an old cottage she is interested in and give her some advice: four family birthdays with meals out/in: new great-niece now long over due: distant cousins of husband coming up to visit for the first time: days mending, cleaning, listing, packing and finally sending off at least fourteen large cardboard boxes of family stuff to an auction, having stayed up all night packing the night before the van was due, finishing with six minutes to spare: three lengthy visits to jewellers to get stuff valued: finishing painting the sitting room: having migraines, flute lessons, shopping, etc etc. We still have to send more stuff off to local auctions now, and also look into selling via ebay: the Mortgage is due in May, hence all the focus.
Finally, yesterday, a lady from the German Shepherd Dog Rescue came over bringing us a dog to keep. This involved walks on neutral territory with Onyx in the morning, then all sitting around in the house having lunch while timid rescue dog began to get her bearings, then lady left, and new dog Mia (might change this name to Miel!) then spent the rest of the day whining, pacing, having several ‘accidents’ and generally being very upset at yet again being taken somewhere strange and left.
She is eight years old, rather grey round the muzzle, and a skeleton under her fur. She was in dog pound for several weeks and about to be put down, then rescued by the German Shepherd Dog Rescue and taken to a kennels where she spent seven months because nobody liked the look of her.
However, she was pining away to nothing in the kennels which is why they were so desperate to find her a home. They had taken her to a temporary foster home to get her out of kennels but she could not stay there: she desperately needed a home to call her own and a human to belong to.
So of course, that is why we took her! She is small, foxy and rather ratty in looks!
Still, good food and a good home may not only change her happiness ration but perhaps her looks. I hope so! She is incredibly quick and intelligent and I hope she will not turn out to be a ‘chaser’ of other animals. She dares not climb even one stair in the house and is afraid of both stairs and feet. We think she has not only been kicked badly but also been thrown down stairs or similar. As I write she has come out of the corner which she has adopted as her safe place and is lying in the middle of the carpet sleeping at my feet, but with a weather eye open for food or anything frightening. Still at least she is stretched out and not in a tight little ball like yesterday. If she settles well and if we and Onyx and Mia want it, the rescue people have promised me a great bear of a dog as well, I think as a kind of thank you for taking Mia. The lady said to me on the phone “You are a ‘great bear of a dog’ kind of lady, aren’t you?” I don’t really think there was an insult included there:)
Mia getting down to a marrow bone she ‘stole’ from Onyx’s crate!!
She now follows me around like a shadow so I think she is bonding: we are feeding her six small meals a day with as much variety as possible to help her regain some weight. She is as quiet as a mouse at night and settles well, which is lovely. But of course all the indoor animals are readjusting to one another so the upheaval, although short lived, is considerable just at the moment.
The Gecko is much happier and more friendly now although I still have to give him baths to help him get the old skin off his fingers and toes: when the skin is nice and soft I have to pull it off with tweezers to prevent him losing his digits due to blood flow constriction.
If I take it my music exam is in six weeks and not a bit of revision done: I promised myself at least two months and none will get done this week either.
So no peace for the wicked for a while yet.