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

My furry friends

Musings about relationships

The thing about relationships is that they are tricksy. And I’m not talking just about the romantic kind (those are complicated enough) but about the relationships we have with coworkers and friends. My geeky friends will probably identify more with this, since as a group we battle to cultivate new relationships easily. If you are one of those lucky geeks that manage to be the life of the party, good on you. I am unfortunately not one of those social flutterbys that can easily forge new friendships and manage myself adroitly in every social situation.

When faced with a breakdown in a relationship I’m generally at a loss. How does one recover something that worked fine for all parties but for some reason or another fell apart? And this happens. We’ve all experienced a situation where a new person in the team manages to wreak havoc as far as they go, yet nobody recognises this until after the fact. Or a new manager is appointed and everybody resigns a month later.

However much I wish that I could sail past these obstacles my natural introverted reaction is to withdraw from the situation and brood. Now there’s a recipe for success. Not. Yet I don’t have the easy grace to smile and move on. How do people do that? Avoid the poisoned apples one is forced to deal with daily and carry on as if the bump in the road didn’t make the wheels come off?

If I ever find the answer I’ll be sure to post it everywhere. In the meantime I remain better at my relationships with my dogs than with people it seems. They don’t mind if I brood either.