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The Belle saga Pt1

So, where were we? Oh right, waiting for a call from the vet. Before I bring you up do date, let’s just do a brief recap. At around 4pm Saturday, I let the guys out for a pee and a run around. Ten minutes later Bentley and Buddy came back in and Belle was just lying on the grass. I came back to the computer and continued loading songs from my CDs to replace the ones that were lost when my system really did crash about 6 or 8 months ago, and of course, and I hadn’t backed anything up (I know, but plumbers usually have leaky taps…faucets).

At around 5:30p I called Belle to come in for dinner, no response. It was then that I noticed her lying by the front gate, there was nothing unusual about that, she likes to play this game where she jumps the fence to go adventuring, but then waits by either of the gates so that I have to let her back in  when she’s done (she must think that’s hysterical). There was nothing alarming about the way she was positioned, it was just like this, (with her head up)…


You’ll notice her front leg is shaved, this is a picture from the last time she got hurt. She wasn’t laying with her head on the ground or anything, so there was nothing unusual other than she didn’t sit up expectantly when she heard me coming (which I did think was a little strange, as she’s normally pretty excited when I come to let her in). Anyway, I opened the gate and she got up slowly and came inside the yard. I then noticed that she wasn’t putting any weight on her left back leg, but again, nothing to worry about becasue the day before she had a thorn in that foot, and there’s still tons of them about.

It wasn’t until she sat down again immediately on entering the yard that I noticed all the blood. I went straight inside and called the vet. As I’ve said, this was out of hours, so I had to call a several numbers before I got him, and he was just getting ready to go and attend to a horse (now, you have to realise that horses are normally worth much more than pet dogs anyway, but this area has a lot of thoroughbred breeders, and those horses are worth even more, so I was really lucky that he said he’d wait stabilise her before he went).

Forgive me if I’m repeating myself, but I’ve had a few IM conversations about this, and I know I’ve said some of it already, but I’m not sure what I’ve said in posts. However, let’s just forge ahead. As there was no-one to help with the procedure, I had to hold Belle’s leg while he put in the needle for the drip, then I had to hold her broken leg steady while he applied a compression bandage. Once that was done I had to hold the other leg straight out so that he could put some antiseptic and a patch on the deep laceration on the inner thigh. He gave her some pain killers but didn’t want to give her too much until he saw the x-rays, which he wouldn’t be able to do until the next day as he had to go and attend the horse (which was also an emergency).

So once she was stabilised, we went our separate ways (which ironically were actually the same way, as the horse was out by my place!) and I was to wait for a phone call the next day after he had taken the x-rays and figured out what to do.

The next day I rang him at 10:30a (which he said to do if he hadn’t called me already), but I just got an answering machine, so I assumed he was still working on her (which turned out to be the case). At around 11:45a he called me to tell me that he had stitched up the cut properly, and done the x-rays. This is where things took a turn for the worse. As I said yesterday, the breaks were at either end of the femur (yesterday I said it was broken in the middle too, this is not the case, I misunderstood him, plus I saw the x-rays today). The issue it the amount of bone they have to work with at the knee end due to the break being so close to the joint, which will require cross pinning.  However, the real concern is the damage at the hip. Not only is it dislocated, but both the socket and the ball have been damaged. While this is not good news for me (or Belle), it’s great news for the Vet; he can finally take that round the world cruise he’s been dreaming of.

That brings us to now. I’ve just got back home from Tamworth (which isn’t really 100 miles away, it’s only about 80kms) becasue i got a phone call early this morning informing me that the person who was going to take her up, wasn’t able to. So I now had to go to my vet , have Bentley looked at (he’s fine), have Booey looked at (he’s fine too), leave them both there and continue to the veterinary hospital in Tamworth (I’ll tell you about that in a day or so).

Oh, I almost forgot, I took a couple of pics before I took her to Tamworth…


Here’s the funny thing, after I squared Bentley and Booey away with the vet techs, I went out to the car to get things ready for Belle, all the while panicking about how I would get her out of the cage, carry her out to the car and put her in it. After I had made a space in the back,  I turned around to go and get her and she was standing right behind me, the vet just put a lead on her and walked her out. It made me feel a bit better, unlike the person who left a comment telling me to go fuck myself for some perceived slight. Just what I need right now.


A slightly longer update

Well let’s start with an update on the computer. It seems to have stabilised to the point where I’m confident that I can get through the post without it dying. Actually, I know it will…it’s has stabilised because I have tracked down the source of the problem, it’s what we in IT euphemistically refer to as ‘operator error’. Ok! OK! Stop badgering me! I screwed up alright? You happy now??

While I was waiting for the vet to call this morning, I decided to worked off some nervous energy by getting rid of some weird noises the PC has been making lately. It sounded like something was about to explode, and while bashing the top of the system box gave temporary relief from the noise, I somehow knew it wasn’t really a permanent solution (although I’ve been doing it to great effect for about 6 months now). I pulled the cover off and listened to where the grinding noise was coming from…it seemed to be inside the power supply, so I muscled it out of the computer and dissected it (it was at this point I realised that I didn’t have a backup plan if I couldn’t get it back together again, hmm). The fan was full of gunk (that’s the technical term for crap) so I cleaned it up and then squirted it with some Innox. Then I thought I may as well clean up of the CPU fan and heat sink while I was at it:- the fans actually suck dust into the unit and it gets all oily and sticks to things, like fan blades and housings. I was able to disconnect it completely so I could stand up rather than kneel on the floor like I had to for the power supply (oh, I should mention that I didn’t unplug anything, that’s why it was on the floor).

Anyway, I put it all back together and everything worked great, no noise at all, it was like a brand new computer. But after about an hour, it just died. I thought I had a power outage until I realised everything was on except the PC. OH shit! I tried to get it going but it would just keep dying, eventually I revived it long enough to do that quick update (the post before this one). I decided to put the small air compressor (yes of course I’ve got two, a big one and a small one) back in the shed since I had nothing else to do, now that the PC was fucked (that an Aussie technical term for ‘not working very well’). As I was walking towards the shed it hit me like a thought from nowhere! (I could have said a ton of bricks, but that’s so clich├ęd, plus I don’t know how that actually feels to allow for an accurate comparison). When I put the heat sink back in, I forgot to plug the fan into the motherboard! Duh!!

So what was happening, was the CPU was overheating and shutting the system down. So I pulled everything a part, plugged it in and away it went. Did that take your mind of poor old Belle? It did for me. But now I’ve written a full post, my fingers are too tired to do any more, so I’ll have to give you the full story tomorrow (or maybe the next day, but probably tomorrow).

I took some pics over the past couple of days, so I’ll upload them and if there’s anything good I’ll post it here…hang on a sec… Ok I’ve got a couple that aren’t great, but I’ll post them anyway becasue I like posts with pictures.

This first one is a little strip of fog that was here yesterday afternoon, oops sorry it wasn’t until I loaded it that I saw the shadows and realised it was in the morning…


And this one is the last ever picture of Belle with four good legs…


I’ve added a new category as I think I’ll be needing it. If you want o get the latest update, read the post before this one.

One more thing, the cold weather has arrived!!

A real quick update.

I had planned on telling you the whole story of what happened yesterday, but on top of everything else, my computer just died. It’s back up again now, but I don’t know for how long, the switch mode power supply is cactus.

Anyway, a quick update before I lose the PC again…Belle has a dislocated hip, severe lacerations, and her leg is broken in three places; at the knee, at the hip, and in the middle. Which means we won’t need that expensive plate any more, we need some even more expensive, specialised hardware. Oh, and we need to send her a hundred miles away to the specialist who can perform the operation.

Sound expensive to you? Me too, and an initial quote indicates that it will be at least twice the amount quoted yesterday ($1000), and she’ll have to be kept in a cage for eight weeks.

I’ll leave it there so I can post this before the pooter dies again.

The old ‘good news and bad news’ schtick.

Yes folks, there’s good news and bad news…the good news is that I now have something to blog about, the bad news is it’ll be about Belle getting hit by a car.

I’ve just got back from the veterinary clinic and I’m still a bit shell-shocked. She’ll be ok eventually, but our finances won’t, it’s going to cost at least a thousand dollars! To give you an idea of how much of an emergency it was, I didn’t even take take any pictures, in fact I didn’t even take my camera to the vets’, which in the end turned out to be a good thing because since it was out of hours, there was only one guy on duty and I had to be his assistant while he stabilised her. I could take a picture of all the blood I’ve still got on my hands, but I don’t think I will.

I’ll give you the story tomorrow (my time), right now I just want to have a cup of tea and take a deep breath. Belle is still at the vets’, and will be for a while yet.

Here’s a picture of her in happier times, MDW took this one when she was up here for Easter…

Ok, for those of you who were disappointed with the lack of appropriate images of gore in this post, I’m sorry that I was too discombobulated to get pictures. However, as a consolation prize, here’s a shot of what I’m having to clean everyday on Booey at the moment…

Oh, and Bentley has a skin infection that he’s booked in for on Monday. It don’t get no better than this!!

A secret revealed

I’m pretty sure that a number of you are readers of either Mama Drama, the Bloggess, or both.  If you are you would know by now, that after convincing her friend Stephanie (the lyrical blogger) to join Mama Drama, Jenny jumped ship and left her holding the diaper.

In their new blog called Good Mom/Bad Mom (my spellcheck has just underlined mom because we say mum over here), Jenny has been joined by Mindy, possibly the nastiest piece of work in the blogiverse (she acts mean and tells people it’s all an act, just like me, but just like me she is lying).  I’m suspecting that these two gals who rail at the term ‘mommy blogger’ yet manage to get a reference to motherhood in all of their blog titles (yes, Bloggess is so a reference to motherhood, look it up) have been offered some form of financial reward judging by the really flashy new look and the professional photos. Or maybe they just did it for the photos.

Anyway, this is not a post about a flashy new mommy blog by two women who I’m really glad aren’t my mom (personally, I think it should have been called Bad Mom / Worse Mom), this is a post about Min’s rabbit phobia.  Yes that’s right Min is deathly afraid of rabbits, which is kinda funny seeing as she has a whole collection of ex-boyfriends’ testicles hanging from her ceiling (you need to be pretty tough to carry that out).

But a phobia she has, and I know why….


I found this photo while I was going through her underwear draw the other day (long story).

PS. Thanks to some sage advice from Mark, I have decided to be a man about my blogital problems, I will therefore simply ignore the whole thing and refuse to talk about it until the situation is irreparable. At which time I’ll get my just deserts when I just desert.

I don’t even have a title.

WT awoke with feelings of anxiety so palpable that his chest was being crushed…hang on a tick…sorry, that was just one of the dogs trying to wake him up, never mind. Alas and alack, even though he wasn’t having an anxiety attack as he first thought, he was still engulfed in a sense of dread. The relationship had been on shaky grounds for some time now, and the atmosphere was not healthy, in fact it was downright toxic…nope, that would be the dogs again. Anyway, things just weren’t right.

To try to get a sense of where it all went wrong, we need to go back to the beginning. It started out much like any relationship, with much uncertainty and a few tentative attempts at finding out what each other was about, followed by a bit of story telling and some photo sharing. As they became more confident with each other they began making new friends as a pair. And make no mistake, WT was thrilled to be part of such a dynamic couple, he revelled in the new activities he could join in now that he finally fit in, not to mention all the new friends he was making.

Like most new romances it was all excitement and anticipation in the beginning; WT constantly thought about TD when they weren’t together and he couldn’t wait until they hooked up and immersed themselves in the scene. Things escalated rapidly from there, to the point where they were the toast of the town, and WT (normally a loner) was constantly high on the adrenaline buzz that he got from all the new-found friendships they had made.

Everything rolled along brilliantly for about a year and a half, when without any warning whatsoever, things seemed to change. There was no longer the high anticipation of the encounter, and WT found it hard to even come up with anything to say. They just seemed to drift apart. And just as in the wild, when the pack  senses that one of them is wounded and leaves it behind, their friends began to visit less frequently until in the end all that was left was a few long term loyal supporters (and some close friends who never visit, cough Marnie, Melissa, Mark cough).

WT and TD did their best to keep up appearances fro a few months, but despite their best efforts they seemed unable to inject any life into the relationship. And so it was that after much soul searching WT and the Dingo finally decided it was time to seek blog counselling.

Feel free to offer advice.

Something a little more current.

I’m pleased that a few of you have found my old travel stories interesting (the emphasis being on old), however it occurred to me that you may like to read something a little more current. If you think that you’d enjoy reading about exotic travel as it’s actually happening, why not visit my friends Mau and Evenstar at the Dreaming Track, you won’t regret it.

So that this post isn’t a complete disappointment, I offer you this…Please click me.

Update: I just found this, it’s fun!