Just checkin' in...
I can't believe how the days/weeks/months go by so fast. Every day is busy and I can't remember the last time I felt bored. This is good. Last night, however, I went to have a power nap after supper, and ended up sleeping almost 'round the clock!
Today I groomed "Zoe" an impossibly tiny Yorkshire Terrier. I haven't organized myself to weigh her, but her owner reports that she is under two pounds. What surprises me is that she is absolutely trusting and patient with the grooming process. Just now, I sat her on the sofa so that I could type at the computer, and our dog Lady came over to inspect Zoe and to give her a little kiss. I didn't get a photo of that because as soon as I picked up the camera again, Lady moved away, suspicious.
Monday I groomed a large Springer Spaniel cross that was thick with undercoat and "hopelessly matted". Although "Fred" had probably NEVER had clippers whirring near him, he was gentle and quiet through the long haul. His owners were quite delighted with the result, and I considered it a job well and happily done. Yesterday I groomed two poodles who are females from the same litter in our town, but now belong to different owners. One little dog, "Star" comes here regularly, and the sister, named "Sun" had never been to a groomer and was in serious need of dematting. Both dogs were also patient and quite well-behaved despite their adolescent stage... they settled right down and were very little trouble.
Sunday I had "booked" to be a quiet day for myself and for hangin' out with Gary. I had no pet grooming scheduled, though we had seven dogs and two cats boarding. In the morning after I fed pets, hubby and I went for our regular Sunday brunch "out" in town, and when we returned home, set about some very ordinary tasks about the yard and gardens.
I'd been complaining about the numbers of yellow-jacket wasps in my greenhouse, suspecting there was a nest in one corner of it. I had been chasing the wasps away with the garden hose while I worked until I realized that there were a seemingly endless number of the agitated beasts. It's a wonder that I didn't get stung.
Gary, being the helpful guy that he is, decided to find the nest so that he could later "bomb" it with foam; he got a wasp sting RIGHT ON HIS EYE. I was at this time in the "nursery section" selling shrubs, when I saw Gary walking unsteadily in my direction, clutching his eye, stating "I need to go to the hospital". So I left our customer, telling her to help herself and we'd do the money later, and of course explained, and off to the town hospital we went.
In McBride, they had never seen a sting to the eyeball before; this was very painful and the lids were swelling. So the doctor in our town sent us hurrying into Prince George: two and a half hours' drive!
Anyway... the opthamologist at Emergency in the P.G. Hospital concluded that there was no stinger left in Gary's eye and that it would probably be okay. He asked us to schedule an appointment in his Prince George office later in the week (which Gary had no intention of doing unless the eye felt worse!). It's lucky that hubby doesn't actually have any allergy to insect stings.
We had a mediocre lunch at a restaurant in the city, and then headed back home; we were back in time to give dogs their suppers and (in some cases) evening medications! What a day! Most days seem pretty uneventful compared to that.
I guess that catches you up on our week so far. My sadness over Lindy's death has eased some although to hear her old mate howl every morning really tugs at my heart. Little Buddy looks at us and then past us, still looking for Lindy to appear.
~Ann
