The last day or so I've been puzzled by Spike continually snuffing and staring at a point on the wall in the hallway. Yesterday I realised what that was about - that's where the kittens are, just the other side of the interior wall inside the wardrobe. (The wardrobe is built-in - a section of bedroom partitioned off with a sliding door, not a piece of furniture). My sweet obsessive boy! The dogs have been allowed into the bedroom during litter changes and feeding and they've seen the kittens from a distance, but I have a barrier of boxes (full of stuff) around the wardrobe door so they haven't been close to the wardrobe. Cassie makes it clear she doesn't want them inside that barrier, so they're only in the room when I'm there to stop them jumping it.

Mum phoned me this morning, sounding very weak and sorry for herself. She's still unable to keep anything down, and her nose feeding tube (she says it's like she's a horse with a nosebag) came out in the night. They're putting her on a drip again and she was waiting to be taken down to X-Ray when I phoned - it seems she may not be there when I visit.

Sister T still hasn't gone into labour and is highly fed up.

I really need to get some cleaning done here. I've been so tired the past two weeks that the flat's slipped to an unprecedented degree of disgustingness. It's so bad that I'm putting off calling the Council about the dribbling tap because I don't want anyone to see the place when it's this revolting. That's classic Mum behaviour right there and it needs to stop. Except I have to go out the door in a minute to go to the hospital and when am I going to do it? Arghh! I also forgot to turn the oven off after heating a half-pizza last night. KITTENS ATE MY BRAIN.

In the meantime, I've defused the tap's water torture effect by keeping either the coffee pot or one of the dogs' water bowls under the drip at all times - it stops the nerve-shredding noise and that way at least the water doesn't all get wasted. The weather is much more bearable as well - we didn't get the storm here but there was some rain, and it's cool and grey and soothing again today. Small victories!
The last day or so I've been puzzled by Spike continually snuffing and staring at a point on the wall in the hallway. Yesterday I realised what that was about - that's where the kittens are, just the other side of the interior wall inside the wardrobe. (The wardrobe is built-in - a section of bedroom partitioned off with a sliding door, not a piece of furniture). My sweet obsessive boy! The dogs have been allowed into the bedroom during litter changes and feeding and they've seen the kittens from a distance, but I have a barrier of boxes (full of stuff) around the wardrobe door so they haven't been close to the wardrobe. Cassie makes it clear she doesn't want them inside that barrier, so they're only in the room when I'm there to stop them jumping it.

Mum phoned me this morning, sounding very weak and sorry for herself. She's still unable to keep anything down, and her nose feeding tube (she says it's like she's a horse with a nosebag) came out in the night. They're putting her on a drip again and she was waiting to be taken down to X-Ray when I phoned - it seems she may not be there when I visit.

Sister T still hasn't gone into labour and is highly fed up.

I really need to get some cleaning done here. I've been so tired the past two weeks that the flat's slipped to an unprecedented degree of disgustingness. It's so bad that I'm putting off calling the Council about the dribbling tap because I don't want anyone to see the place when it's this revolting. That's classic Mum behaviour right there and it needs to stop. Except I have to go out the door in a minute to go to the hospital and when am I going to do it? Arghh! I also forgot to turn the oven off after heating a half-pizza last night. KITTENS ATE MY BRAIN.

In the meantime, I've defused the tap's water torture effect by keeping either the coffee pot or one of the dogs' water bowls under the drip at all times - it stops the nerve-shredding noise and that way at least the water doesn't all get wasted. The weather is much more bearable as well - we didn't get the storm here but there was some rain, and it's cool and grey and soothing again today. Small victories!
ExpandA small rant about supermarkets and annoying people )

- this rant was brought to you today by six chicken bones and the tail-end of a baguette.

In other dog news, would you believe me if I told you Spike was acting as a stooge for a dog-aggressive dog? I wouldn't either, but he is. Directly Underneath Me Neighbour adopted an adorable Jack Russell bitch at about the same time as Downstairs Neighbour Couple adopted Yellow-Dog Buster, the miniature Dingo. We often meet him on our walks and Spike and Squish are great friends with his first JRT - however, New Bitch goes into a screaming canicidal rage at the sight of other dogs, even from across the road.

The great thing about this is that Spike doesn't. He likes terriers and he loves bitches and he doesn't care that she clearly wants nothing more than to rip his kidneys out and wear them on her collar. So we do the thing where we retreat just far enough for her to stop screeching, and I get them to look at me while D.U. Neighbour praises her for being quiet and reduces the distance a little each time. None of this is prearranged - we just tend to take walks at the same time. Dog synergy, or something.
ExpandA small rant about supermarkets and annoying people )

- this rant was brought to you today by six chicken bones and the tail-end of a baguette.

In other dog news, would you believe me if I told you Spike was acting as a stooge for a dog-aggressive dog? I wouldn't either, but he is. Directly Underneath Me Neighbour adopted an adorable Jack Russell bitch at about the same time as Downstairs Neighbour Couple adopted Yellow-Dog Buster, the miniature Dingo. We often meet him on our walks and Spike and Squish are great friends with his first JRT - however, New Bitch goes into a screaming canicidal rage at the sight of other dogs, even from across the road.

The great thing about this is that Spike doesn't. He likes terriers and he loves bitches and he doesn't care that she clearly wants nothing more than to rip his kidneys out and wear them on her collar. So we do the thing where we retreat just far enough for her to stop screeching, and I get them to look at me while D.U. Neighbour praises her for being quiet and reduces the distance a little each time. None of this is prearranged - we just tend to take walks at the same time. Dog synergy, or something.
.

Most Popular Tags

Powered by Dreamwidth Studios

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

Expand All Cut TagsCollapse All Cut Tags