Gloriantur et letantur

so it wasn't all family angst at Grimmauld Place. I'd vaguely planned on a trip to the park while I had a dogsitter handy, so I could take them one at a time, but I was practically fainting by the time I'd walked there so I didn't. I did take advantage of the garden for some dog fun though.

It's rather time intensive playing ball with two dogs at once, especially when one of them is Spike the Ball Shark. Every few throws he'll drop his ball, hijack the one Squish is chasing and then dash back to sit on both balls. This has caused a few dogfights in the past, and I need to have my wits about me when I'm engaging both dogs at once.

( But I got a few pics, anyway )

Gloriantur et letantur

so it wasn't all family angst at Grimmauld Place. I'd vaguely planned on a trip to the park while I had a dogsitter handy, so I could take them one at a time, but I was practically fainting by the time I'd walked there so I didn't. I did take advantage of the garden for some dog fun though.

It's rather time intensive playing ball with two dogs at once, especially when one of them is Spike the Ball Shark. Every few throws he'll drop his ball, hijack the one Squish is chasing and then dash back to sit on both balls. This has caused a few dogfights in the past, and I need to have my wits about me when I'm engaging both dogs at once.

( But I got a few pics, anyway )

White is the colour of my innocence

Spike's long-time enemy, Big Brown Bully With Balls, is dead. According to his owner's brother, in a brief conversation on the stairs, he "turned vicious", went for his owner and had to be put down.

so, reading between the lines: bought for an insane sum of money (my other neighbour with the JRTs told me £4000!) from a backyard breeder, never neutered, very likely bred himself, either temperamentally unsound by breeding or the victim of incompetent handling. Poor bastard dog, he never had a chance.

one small piece of good news: out of the six (now five) dogs living in this apartment block, he was the only one who wasn't a speutered rescue.

We never even knew his real name, but (after a fashion) we'll miss you, BBB.

White is the colour of my innocence

Spike's long-time enemy, Big Brown Bully With Balls, is dead. According to his owner's brother, in a brief conversation on the stairs, he "turned vicious", went for his owner and had to be put down.

so, reading between the lines: bought for an insane sum of money (my other neighbour with the JRTs told me £4000!) from a backyard breeder, never neutered, very likely bred himself, either temperamentally unsound by breeding or the victim of incompetent handling. Poor bastard dog, he never had a chance.

one small piece of good news: out of the six (now five) dogs living in this apartment block, he was the only one who wasn't a speutered rescue.

We never even knew his real name, but (after a fashion) we'll miss you, BBB.

I'll find room for you

HOLY CRAP, I HAVE A CAT!!!



Her name is Cassiopeia. She's the cat I posted about here.

I'd pretty much given up on the idea. I asked DNC (Downstairs Neighbour Couple) if they'd heard anything a few days back, and they hadn't, so I figured the owners had found her a home or something.

Well, apparently not, because when DNC went to the Conservative Club last night, she was unceremoniously handed to them. No cat carrier, no litter tray, just a loose cat. They kept her overnight, but their yellow dingo dog Buster doesn't like cats at all - apparently there were ructions. So - just as I was typing a comment to my last entry - there was a ring at my doorbell.

Holy fuck!

We've done some rudimentary introductions - me sitting on the couch holding Cassie while the boys sniffed and stared at a respectful distance. She clawed hell out of me at her first sight of them but after a few minutes she understood they didn't want to eat her and relaxed a little. She kept up the most amazing yowly growly noise the whole time, but she wasn't intimidated and she didn't seem to want to kill them. I think this is going to work.

Eeek!

I'll find room for you

HOLY CRAP, I HAVE A CAT!!!



Her name is Cassiopeia. She's the cat I posted about here.

I'd pretty much given up on the idea. I asked DNC (Downstairs Neighbour Couple) if they'd heard anything a few days back, and they hadn't, so I figured the owners had found her a home or something.

Well, apparently not, because when DNC went to the Conservative Club last night, she was unceremoniously handed to them. No cat carrier, no litter tray, just a loose cat. They kept her overnight, but their yellow dingo dog Buster doesn't like cats at all - apparently there were ructions. So - just as I was typing a comment to my last entry - there was a ring at my doorbell.

Holy fuck!

We've done some rudimentary introductions - me sitting on the couch holding Cassie while the boys sniffed and stared at a respectful distance. She clawed hell out of me at her first sight of them but after a few minutes she understood they didn't want to eat her and relaxed a little. She kept up the most amazing yowly growly noise the whole time, but she wasn't intimidated and she didn't seem to want to kill them. I think this is going to work.

Eeek!