Dax, my little oldie dog

A mixed bag day

Today was one of those mixed bag days. I was excited because Kev was due home from Canada after more than a week away. Two steps out the door with my dogs changed my excitement to worry when Dax fell over. Widget bit her last week and her tail is all bandaged up after the operation to stitch it all back together. Falling over is not a good thing for recovering patients, particularly if they were doing much better the day before.

I gave her some meds and she nibbled on her food too tired to do more. We went back to the vet as Kev stepped in the door, worried that we would have to put her down. It seems I’m a hypochondriac when it comes to my dogs too. After a day’s observation the vet concluded that she’s not using her tail for balance because it’s too sore – hence the continued falling over. I’m not convinced but I’m not going to argue with someone that has a theory that sees my little oldie dog get better.

She still looks tired and drawn. I arranged to work from home tomorrow (best boss ever) to make sure there is no dangerous falling over while trying to navigate steps around the garden, which is one big terrace. I’m relieved that I don’t have to leave her alone all day. It seems my emotions have been a bit like the weather in Cape Town today. If you don’t like it, wait five minutes.

Bentley, the world's cutest dog

Bentley, the fluffy dog

Two and a half years ago my oldest dachshund, Dax, was attacked by the two younger dogs we share our home with. I was faced with a very difficult decision – do I get rid of the culprit or do I introduce a new element into the pack? After much agonising I realised that I couldn’t face rehoming any one of my little darlings even if they were mean little princesses who couldn’t play nice in the sandpit. Dachshunds hardly ever do, in case you were wondering. Continue reading