Dad's Dog

This is Dad's big dog, who had the surgery yesterday. The little green arrow points to where the rib was that was causing all the hassle. You can actually see the dent in his side, where the rib curved under the others and (apparently) ended up lying against the diaphram.

This is the little blighter that was taken out of the dog yesterday. It's about three inches in length, and has an evil curve on it, plus one edge of it is razor sharp. No wonder he wasn't a very happy dog!

Dad says he's up and about today, running around (which he shouldn't be doing, but try telling a dog who's on pain meds to not run around, when they suddenly feel so great!), and acting like he's (in Dad's words) "King of the Hill".

I guess that means he's feeling much better now :-)

Dogs, Sheep, and other things

It's officially our coldest Winter on record this year, apparently. Or at least since 1915, so they tell us. All I know is that I, who have always preferred Winter over Summer, especially here in Queensland where it can get excessively hot, am now longing for a bit more warmer weather.

After the truly horrendous Summer we had, with the floods, and the cyclones and earthquakes and the like, Winter was likely to be cold, and it has certainly made a difference from wondering if you are going to be swept away with the next high tide, but I could do without the sub-zero temperatures and 6am starts.

As to the lambs - we've had five births now (one set of ultra-cute little twins, and three single births). The last lamb born is the only one I didn't get a photo of, I believe, which is a shame, as Dad found him the other day in the sheep pen. It looks as though he died in the night in one fashion or another. The thing about him, is that he was pure white in colour. Most of Dad's lambs have a bit of colour to them, even if it's just a bit of a yellow tinge. But he was pure white. In my books, that made him a bit special. :(

One of Dad's big dogs had to go to the vet today to have part of a rib removed, as it had grown at a funny angle and was set to puncture the diaphram if it wasn't removed. Poor little bugger was feeling very sorry for himself when we went to pick him up this afternoon! He's a sook at the best of time, but he was seriously doing the big sooky doggy eyes at us, and laying it on thick, as only a dog can! But hopefully he will have more freedom of movement after the stitches come out and he starts feeling more like himself.

I have photos of the rib (it's really cool!), but the cable for my camera isn't working, so I need to find another way to get the photos off my camera and onto my computer and then I promise to upload some.

Anyway...it's gonna get down to 4 degrees Celcius tonight, which is warm for here just at the moment. Brrrrrr....

Not looking forward to my dog wanting to go out at 6am for a wee, and Dad's horse kicking at the gate to be let into the house yard for his breakfast at 6.30am, but I am a sucker for the looks the animals give me, and they know it.

So I get out of bed at silly o'clock for the sake of the pets (or so I tell myself)....