|Yeah! I managed to wangle a paid day off work! This was achieved mostly by stomping my feet and pointing out that in my mind I am a "bloody dead set legend". This was fantastic because early Friday I left for camp and did not return until Monday.
However, firstly (yes I am starting a sentence in that manner 'cause it is my flammin journal and I can) this week has been most dramatic. Although I revel in drama I usually exaggerate and take the pi$$. Yet this week, well, I was well and truly miss grumpy which is not like me at all. Let me begin and to quote Julia Andrews,
"Let's begin at the very beginning,
a very good place to start..."
SCENE 1 -
Rasta the cattle dog cross
Judd the white Staffi
Rasta lived a peaceful life being loved by her master bindy and all her friends. Oft around hypothetical discussions of Bindy's untimely demise there was much a fray as to whom would inherit the ever obedient and loving mongrel. Rasta truly was the ruler of the roost.
Then one day...
(pause for drama and foreboding music)
Along came a cute as a button white with black spot staffi. Much ado was given to the naming of the new little man and as a brindle staffi and a black staffi had previously be named bundy and cola it was suggested this white male should be called "on ice". After many days of living with no name it was decided, for no particular reason, this new addition should be named Judd.
There was concern at the house on regards to Judd's whiteness (sic). A breeder had mentioned that they donk white ones on the head as they are prone to a fatal disease in this hot QLD sun. Promises where made by owner SURE to slop sunscreen on the young man but alas these promises where empty....
Within weeks the dog was red from white head to black tipped tail. Hair was lost and we feared he would wind up dead. Discussion were had, arguments abound but as he was SURE's dog all was not acted upon.
Weeks passed and although Rasta and Judd were friends the age difference began to show and rasta became an inside dog. Judd was young and wanted to play all the time. He was disobedient and chewed all in sight.
Tensions grew as why one is in and one as out but you only had to see the poo. Judd was out alday and came inside simply to defecate.
Then mysterious things at foot. Judds neck started to bleed. Big great gaping wounds with no apparent reason. SURE blamed rasta cause cattle dogs go for the neck. Poor rasta not to play in her own yard for months to come and ridiculed, persecuted in her own home.
Then months on the wounds did fest and housmates and friends did detest. It was decided at what ever cost this poor beast to the vet he does go.
Mystery solved simply mights nothing to do with judd and rastas fights. A simply tablet and injections to boot and the dogs health would be good to boot (o mi god I think I am going crazy...oh well to finish the story...)
Actually....I am not finishing that story 'cause it really sucks. The ending is Rasta was not at fault, Judd is healing and that is the end of that.
Darn it I need to go camping again.
Mood - confused
Music - as usual fish tank!!!