Cabal's Slumber Party...
Well, you asked for a report on how Cabal's First Slumber Party was going. Are they doing their nails? Wrestling non-stop? Watching scary movies? Well, er, no. They aren't. Nothing says PARTY like a trip to Doggie ER....
We had been having a wonderfully fine day. Freckles came out early, and then Johnny showed up with his dog, a black lab named King Kong, and Merry Housekeeper brought Golden Retriever Kuda, we had a PACK! A pack of big dogs who all wanted to play with Cabal. He was so happy. We had a game where I would let them out, for a run and yell Pack Coming!" And Johnny would yell "Release the Hounds!" and out they would go!
Here is Cabal, and his sleep over buddy, Freckles, this morning, when his, hopefully fair minded owners, dropped him off....(Hey, I'll watch him for you, it will be fun, what could go wrong? How hard could it be?)
And here is the pack in a rare moment of repose...
I finished extracting the honey, by the Old Fashioned Cheesecloth Bucket Method...
Only to have our New Fangled Honey Extractor, that was meant to have been majorly delayed, show up. Hand and Johnny put it together, that is Johnny and Merry Housekeeper (who is going to raise Merry Havoc about all the blood all over the floors and carpets she just today cleaned when she comes in tomorrow..It looks like Massacre of the Innocents)
We went, Cabal, Freckles and my friend Susan (to wrangle Freck, and take a walk while Cabal and I worked out and astounded the rest of the class with his brilliance) to Agility Class, which was wonderful fun. And then back home, where Cabal and Freck went for a final run, as the sun sank slowly, and I changed over the garden hoses...
All was serene, until we got in and being a sober sort of on the ball gal, I could not help but notice that there was BLOOD everywhere. "Right, guys, says I, who is bleeding???" Freck says, "Well now that you mention it, I seem to be gushing blood everywhere.."
A quick look, leads to a quick call to the ER Vet line, where they tell me there is a FEE for this sort of thing, and did I want to put a bandaid on it and call them in the morning.
Now I don't know much about dog medicine (or people either, for that matter) but it is pretty clear when some thing needs to be stitched. And I said that I thought the owners might be rather more irritated if their dog bled to death in the night than if I took him in.
Freck went under, they stitched, we got medicine and I have promised things like "Call you tomorrow, and no, I don't actually know if this is their vet clinic, and no, I sure don't know their last names.."
Here is a picture of the Slumber Party now. Poor Freck is so out of it, and he runs into things with his cone, and gets stuck. I am going to have to sleep down here with him, if I sleep, and make sure he is ok for the rest of tonight. Poor little guy....Cabal is SO upset and doesn't understand why his friend smells funny and is wearing a cone.
Stay tuned to the conversation I get to have with Jane and Robert tomorrow...Not to mention Mickey the Trainer at Doggie Day Care when I get to tell her SHE is taking care of this dog while I work and the floors are re-grouted....
posted by FabulousLorraine @ 8:29 PM
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55 Comments:
Oh My Fod.
Poor Freckles. Poor Cabal. Poor Merry Housekeeper. Poor Lorraine.
But... what is that made Freckles bleed?
We don't know. He cut himself on something in the woods, in the 2 minutes he was out there. This is an OLD farm, and there are lots of odd things in the woods, which is why this Dog is now on antibiotics.
It wasn't a bite, clearly a slash, and only need 5 or 6 stitches, but he is a most sad dog now.
And he does get stuck with his cone. I am making a bed on the floor here, so he can be near me (and Cabel, who is not ok at all with this)
Me and these dogs. Not much sleep I am thinking.
Hugs and lullabies to all three of you. :-(
Aw poor Freckles. He looks so groggy in that first picture, like he's trying to stay awake. (I know how he feels..yoga yesterday+dance today=worn out me.)
Sounds like they may have found some old half-buried fence wire on that final run..it does make for some nasty cuts.
At least they have you to keep them company tonight..hopefully they'll let you sleep.
I am just so worried about him, Dog emotion is SO high, you just know, and he is so un-happy. He stays right near me and I cuddle him, but he doesn't get why he is hurting and I can't tell him.
Going to be a long night, methinks, hopefully they will both curl up and sleep. I tried taking the cone off, and fed them, but Freck went right for the bandage after he ate....
I bet Freckles falls asleep pretty soon. The getting put under and the blood loss on top of what was already a really active day should knock him out. Once he's asleep hopefully Cabal will feel he can relax. And hopefully once that happens you will be able to calm your mind and sleep too.
I'm off to bed myself but I'll be sending good sleep vibes your way!
Poor doggies! You did not say WHERE freckles hurt himself (the head or neck I would guess from the cone).
And poor Cabal is tender hearted and prone to despair.
Do give him a big cuddle for me.
Even if he does look like an alien hound on that first picture. Which goes to show that there is something very eerie going on in the Cabal cabal...
Although now I see that Freckles has a bandage on his paw...
Cabal does look like an alien hound, and yes, it was on Frecks foot.Gives weight to Dan Guys Cabal....
They are both fast asleep, thank Fod, but will wake when I try and go to the tv room and lay out a bed. SO I will sit here for a while and let them rest...
They would get back to sleep, you know...
Did you have the time to try the new honey extractor?
AAAAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
LOL, Looking forward to seeing cone head and the white wonder in the morning, definately not the floors!! LOL,
Can I spin the honey extractor just once???? (with honey not water) cleaning it wasn't much fun, although it does make great bubbles!!
Merryhousekeeper, you can spin all the honey you want!
The floors and carpets are truly dreadful, blood is everywhere, and I am sorry for you having to clean it. I would , but it would end up a huger bigger mess!
And oh, no we didn't use the exctactor, it was already done, but we will...When next we steal honey.
Dude!
Irony is the strongest force in the universe, you know. As you're discovering. You wash the floors, they get bled on; you extract honey by hand, the new shiny extractor arrives that same day... Sigh.
Poor Freckles. I'm sorry he managed to slice himself on something and bring the party down.
Tell Cabal he is supposed to be keeping his supernatural powers secret, not letting his eyes glow in photos. Sheesh. Poor guy, he must really be upset.
Posted too soon. It's been that kind of day all around, apparently. My day has been a goat rodeo -- only now, at 11:30 at night, have things calmed down enough, to get started on the project I need to have done by tomorrow afternoon. Not helpful: my cel phone having adventures in the Saltmine U. Lost & Found without me. That's going to make all my meetings tomorrow an epic task.
Okay. Now I am Drawing until 5 a.m., when I will get into a corset and leave the house.
A bandaid? That's just crazy. What was that vet thinking?
It's sad that the doggie fun has died down. It's kind of like they're kids who don't understand what happened to their play date.
How long does Freckles have to wear the alien head cone?
By the way, that honey looks amazing!
Oh noo. Poor frecles and poor you. I hope you all managed to get some sleep in the end.
I'm surpries Freckles was walking into doorswith his cone - I know Tybalt (cat i live with) did that when he had to wear one but I assumed it was becasue he couldn't use his whiskers for checking the space so wouldn't expect dogs to have the saem problem
Oh, my what an awful evening - hope you got some sleep Lorraine, and Freckles is feeling better this a.m. I wonder if he got into some barb wire - sounds very similar to what one of our dogs did a few years back - there was a length of it coiled on the ground, could barely see it for the weeds, and boy did it slash up the dogs foot good. Hope the grout is able to be saved, and the carpet ok. What is a honey extractor - spinning things sound like fun to do! Panta, hope your day goes a bit better, sounds like you've been way too busy, you're going to comic-con saturday? relax and have a great time!!! you deserve it!!!!
The official position of the Bengal-Bee Alliance is that it had nothing to do with this unfortunate accident. And we want the honey back. And chin-skritchies. Also we found some cans in the cupboard that need opening -- what do you mean you're not coming home tonight?! We know where you keep your laundry!
Oh my god, Lorraine, that is so awful! An emergency trip to the vet is bad enough but it feels so much worse when it's not your dog, cat, kid, etc. I hope everything turns out well today. I'm sure Freckles parents will understand that accidents happen and they are lucky that you were the one taking care of him when this happened.
Good luck! Wish I were closer and could watch him for you today. Ugh!
Not much sleep last night. Freck was like a drunk dude, and when he would stumble into a door, and get stuck, he would just stand there, and then Cabel would start howling. I slept, kind of on the couch most of the night, but I was so worried about him, I didn't go really to sleep.
I talked with Jane, Frecks friend this morning, and told her what had happened, and she was more happy that I had taken care of him than anything else.
Freck is fine this morning, and he and Cabal are at Doggie Day Care, with Mickey, who will tend him while I get some sleep!
Hi Erin! And welcome! (Erin is a Beowulf scholar among other things, so you can imagine we have been talking for some time) You will like it here! It's not always quite so dramatic...
Lorraine, are you going to go to Dreamhaven moving party?
Oddly enough, I had not heard of this....How you did in Italy is beyond me....
Poor you! (and poor doggies, obviously) I hope you guys can get some napping time today.
Nap is SO in the plan, as soon as I get caught up enough to take one...
They have a LiveJournal account.
Mind you the warning was an early one. It goes:
"Saturday, August 16th, 10:00am
Lunch and beverages provided.
Meet at 912 West Lake Street in the parking lot (enter from Colfax Avenue). The plan is to move bookcases, fixtures, boxes of books, and assorted stuff using a rental truck (and rolling devices). All help deeply appreciated."
Oh no!! Poor Fablo, poor dogs, I am so sorry for you all. I have three dogs (well, technically I have one small dog and one of my sons and my only daughter each have a medium sized dog, but as the son and daughter don't live at home anymore, now mom has their dogs, thus totalling, you guessed it, three dogs whether I want them or not). The recent move from nice-sized house and garage with special dog room and a huge fenced-in backyard to tiny house with tiny yard has turned them from outside dogs to inside dogs. Last night, I ended up sleeping on the couch with two of the dogs because of some upsetness on the part of one of them (and at about 3:00 a.m. or so, the cat decided he needed to add to the excitement by throwing up several times). Fablo, we were sleeping with dogs on the same night!! Or not sleeping, as it were. How odd and kinda funny. I'm glad Freckles is going to be okay. (And of course, now that it's day, they are deeply sleeping around my feet like baby angels while I mutter curses at my math project, due in a very very few hours...) Hope you get some sleep at some point!
Oh my!
Lorraine, good for you in making sure Freckles got medical care. What a stressful thing to face. What a remarkably unhelpful phone call to the emergency vet. Egad.
That whole dog-cone-object mix? Not so fun, right? We've had to rescue many a poor beastie who got hung up in the doorway, on furniture, etc. Typically it was the one of our several dogs who would not back up. Ever. Not for any reason. Stubborn, stubborn creature!
These days, being that she's really old and has canine dementia (alas, a real thing), she gets caught on the furniture even without benefit of the CFS (i.e., Canine Fashion Statement, because the cones seem so much less oppressive when reframed as an accessory, after all).
I *did* think of you and Freckles (and Cabal) this morning, around 2 or 3, when I had to stumble out of bed to release the dog from the death grip of one of our dining chairs.
So, I yawn in sympathy and hope your nap plan pans out!
Thanks you guys, I did sleep, and now feel like a zombie. I ave the dogs back home and am just waiting for Jane and Robert to come and get Freck...Who seems fine...
We will not negotiate on the honey, Danguy, no matter what happens....
Hmmm..Bloggers seems to be down...
Oh, back now...
Ok, tea now, and some brain back...
Lexocat, yr dog got caught in a dinning room chair????? Oh poor thing!
Agiala, yes, we were so sleeping with dogs! I can't imagine a person who would NOT stay up all night with an animal, should the need arise, it seems a no-brainer to me...
Aw, poor Freckles and Cabal. And poor Sleepless Lorraine. I'm happy that everything ended peacefully.
That first picture made me think of PDQ Bach's "The Stoned Guest". He looks made for a half-opera.
It looks like it was a grand pack o' Big Dogs though, and I'll bet they had a blast.
As for new extractor- Ooh! Shiny!
Hee-hee, you could be right...
Yes, shiny, but it won't stay that way once we steal more honey!!!
Take that, Dan Guy!!!!! You can't stop us!!!!!!!
Yay for naps and even bigger yay for tea! What a wild couple of days you have had. Well actually most of your days seem pretty wild.
I hope there is some R and R ahead for you this weekend! Bubble baths maybe. (I wrote babble baths -- that is a fun idea too!) Some star gazing. Some honey eating?
I am very glad to hear that Freckles is feeling well today.
Freck just ate his bandage off in the 2 minutes I had my eye off him. I had taken his C Collar off so he could eat, and now there is blood all over again.
Sigh. I do hope this weekend settles down.....
Babble baths... sounds like rather a lot of fun, given the proper companion, some good bubbles, and perhaps a nice bottle of wine!
I'm glad that Freckles is okay, and that you took such good care of him. My first thought was that Cabal injured him while they were playing - I'm glad that wasn't so!
Grendel has had all sorts of bizarre injuries. Last fall, Nick brought him home after a nice long nighttime walk. The dog, of course, is all happy and pleased with himself after these excursions, and always comes over to me for some lovin'. (Too tired for bouncing after a long walk, so he ambles, but happily.) So Grendel comes over to lean on me, and he's bloody from the top of his head to his neck!
Me: What did you do to your dog???
Nick: Nothing, why? HEY!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY DOG???
We cleaned him up, and decided that the damage wasn't enough to warrant an emergency vet visit at midnight. Grendel may be the best dog ever - he laid on the floor in the kitchen (so as not to bleed on the carpet) and let me mess with his very bloody ear. Like all head wounds, it bled all over despite being fairly minor. Grendel's only complaint - "Do you really have to put those wet paper towels in my ear? Can't we just go to bed now? I'm tired!"
Grendel had a flap ripped out of his ear. The vet the next day pointed out the other puncture in his ear, and gave us antibiotics. I expected it to fall off, but the flap healed that way, giving him an even goofier look.
The vet also gave us some doggie pain pills, with the active ingredient embedded in a beefy tablet. I'm guessing that's so dogs will eat them and people won't. Grendel didn't need any of them, but apparently he's been reading too many society magazines, since he tried to OD by eating the entire bottle. Chewed the child-proof cap off and everything. (And no, he shouldn't have been able to get them, our fault entirely. They were on the kitchen counter, but that obviously wasn't inaccessible enough.) Knowing how to induce vomiting in dogs is a highly useful skill, I'm afraid. (Hydrogen peroxide in milk, for the curious, with the actual volume scaled to body mass. Just make sure the dog is outside before drinking it!)
Nick and I are now in possession of the exploding knife (VERY carefully labeled). Stay tuned for updates.
I am glad the exploding knife arrived safely, do your best, and be careful, as it is pretty lethal even with the chunks cut out of it, take pice of the process and I will post them!
Poor Wolf! I truly DO know what you went thru...Jane and Robert just picked up Freck, and they were very nice about everything. I told them their dog is now famous world wide, maybe they will see this and post a comment.
We have now carefully unpacked the Exploding Knife.
Alas, the professional opinion is that it isn't all that sharp, despite the warnings all over the package. Nick says, "Well... it would cut vegetables." Er, last time he sharpened kitchen knifes for a friend of mine, she needed stitches. To be fair, she's a klutz, and was using the knife for a less-than-intelligent purpose.
The little electric wire burn-outs are quite cute, though. There's even a thin layer of copper deposited in the burn-outs from the vaporizing electrical wire!
Nick will fix it up, and return it reprofiled and sharpened. You can pick how sharp, but it will be sharper than it is now. The basic categories available are 1. sharp; 2. scary sharp; 3. as sharp as our kitchen knives. (Nick adds that there is another level, 4. As sharp as the woodworking knives, but that one isn't recommended for kitchen use.)
Boss likes them VERY sharp. He is after me a lot for not sharpening them, but I am worried I will wreck them, not knowing what I am doing and all...
So they only get sharpened when he does it.
Heh, boys! But this one is yours now, right? So it's how sharp you want it. (If we're ever in the neighborhood Nick can give you a sharpening lesson, too.)
He played with it for a few minutes (I live with a knifemaker - having him lying on the couch with a knife and muttering to himself is not actually grounds for calling the nice people with the straitjackets.) and came up with three possible repair tactics. Basically, whether it's more important to keep the total length or keep the total height. With any of them, the curve will be the same as it is now so that you can do the nice rocking motion with it. He'll do some sketches and send them to you so you can decide.
Phiala- what an awesome skill to have living in your house...with a person attached!
I cook for a living. It's live and die by my knives and their sharpness.
(Of course now I want to try out the wood working knife sharpness. I will try to contain myself)
OH NOO!!!!! I truly hope he didn't get to the stitches! Poor dog. You are so awesome, if I ever have to leave my dog with anyone may I call you??
Hey You could start your own doggy daycare!! Ok, NOT!!! But it was a nice thought.. Okay, sainthood is sounding pretty good.. But I LOVE MY JOB!!
And I love the furry little friends too , all of them.
Hurray for sharp Knives and re-forging
Once you have the move in your head Lorraine, I bet you would be a great knife sharpener. It is all about drawing the sharpening tool against the knife at a correct and consistent angle... (not that I am am claiming to be good at it... I worked at a store where we had to sharpen knives, but we usually used a simple machine) I expect that, with your considerable fiddling skills, you would quickly pick it up.
Sorry to hear about the pooch problems. Hopefully, if you ever decide to do it again, it will go better. It is kind of you to take such good care of the dogs.
"woodworking sharp" is too sharp for a general purpose kitchen knife because the very thin blade edge chips too easily. If you wanted a knife for only cutting tomatoes into wisps, it would work really, really well, though.
Dogs, Bees, and Bengals: A Day in the Life of Lorraine.
(As a side note, to all those who asked about home-scooling, I am working on the entry for my blog --and it should be up there very soon.)
~Emily
mmmmm.....tomato whisps
Am having some computer weirdness here, I am hoping it will let me on for a moment....
We shall see...
Hmmm...seems to be ok now...Boss tells me the same thing about knife sharpening, he is good at it tho.
Cabal seems fine today, despite the drama, dogs forget I guess, I still need to catch up on some sleep...
Ya know, Ms. Fabulous, it occurs to me that maybe you need to lead a less interesting life. ;)
I'm very glad that Freckles is doing okay. I'm even happier that Cabal wasn't hurt as well. The vet ER receptionist wasn't being rude in saying, "there will be a fee, are you sure it won't wait until the morning?" A vet's office is a business, and there are, unfortunately, lots of people that when confronted with an off hours fee will say, "No, thank you. I'll wait." Especially if the animal isn't their own. If you've ever watched "Emergency Vets" or "E-Vet Interns" on Animal Planet, you see how much work they do at all hours of the day/night. We've had to take our animals to the Emergency Vet several times over the years. It's not cheap, but when you need it, you need it now.
I sincerely hope the past two days have been less eventful.
Any news of Kitty?
Spacedlaw I was just thinking the same thing.
We miss our Kitty
on the road far and away
28 more dates!
Glad to hear that everyone (dogs included) is as well as can be expected, considering, and that the exploding knife is now about to be reshaped.
Erin: Hwæt!
I'm back from Nerd Prom, and just caught up on everyone's comments. Oddly, I found more people there without my cel phone than I ever have when I had my phone. Hmm. Perhaps I have gained a new superpower: Summon Person.
I wore The Corset; the women wanted to know where to get their very own, and the men tried desperately to look me in the eye. Dave McKean was the only one who managed it -- and he drew me two sketches, in spite of my admitting I had slavishly done studies of his work, earlier in my career. He just laughed and started drawing. I hadn't expected to see him there, but I passed the ASFA booth, and thought, Hmm, bummer Dave's not there, it'd be cool to meet him... oh. See? Summon Person.
The official portfolio reviews... blah. I got a lot of 'Your work is great! I love it... but we don't do anything like it, so I can't use you.' But after my meetings, I did come away with several commissions anyway, from people who liked my work and could use me, so that went well.
Quiche, did you ever get caught up on sleep?
Kitty says she is doing better, but is missing us lots...
I get little notes from her every day.
Val, glad you got to meet Dave and that the corset was a hit!
And yes, my life could get a little less interesting...
So COOL that you could see Dave mc Kean after all and that he sketched you, Val!
Am green with envy.
Poor kitty.
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