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Wednesday, 4 September 2019

Where ~HAS~ the last week gone???

Whooooosh . . .

That is not just the noise made by a 40mph lurcher streaking past you, it's the noise the last week or so has made as it sped by.

Life with our stinking cute Lightening-Fast, Long-Legged, Loony Lurcher is . . .



Well, it is delightful and (mostly).  That's when Millie is playing nicely, or resting and being a cuddly little cutie.  That is also pretty much the only time recently when I have managed any half-decent new photographs.  The Honourable is very keen to be in the middle of everything and anything we are doing, especially fixing really secure Pad Eyes to the campervan to ensure her safety when travelling - leave the door of any vehicle open and she's in 😊







Millie can be utterly, wonderfully adorable at times, such as the bedtime cuddle she is allowed whilst I'm reading.  Yeah, this is a selfie of my bare shoulder  {{yuk}}, but the point is Someone's head and paw snuggling closer, and closer, and closer (and yeah, I am a big meanie and when it is time to put the light out she gets lifted into her own bed).



Curled up in a fleece is the easiest time to photograph Millie.  It amazes me that in her first week when I tried to lay a blanket over her she bolted in fear - now she snuggles deeper and deeper having learnt very quickly how good it is to be warm and wrapped in soft fabic.



Walks are going well, although the bloody weather is a pain, and every time I think "low tide, let's go to the beach" the weather has other ideas, such as this morning:



We have let her off the lead - CAREFULLY - on the Green behind the house and that has gone well, but we're very, very mindful that as part-Saluki and full sighthound, if Millie were to take off we have no chance of getting hold of her.  I'd love to get photos of her at a full out sprint, and that will come eventually.


I've been down to the river a few times and she has none of Daisy's fear of water and bridges, which is lovely.







She can also be an absolute bloody pest.  None of the "pest potential" is because she's a bad dog.  It is because she's a youngster who is still settling in with us and needs to grow up, mature a bit, and learn a few things.  It's easy to forget that when Ollie came to us over 20 years ago he was a nightmare at times and took the best part of two years to settle down.  Hopefully we are a lot more knowledgable and experienced now and it will not take Millie anything like as long (and she's not got some of Ollie's psychological issues).

She is fascinated by cotton wool balls.  They are now in a large container which she cannot open.





She is also fascinated by anything that she absolutely knows she ought not pick up, and the "Sneaky Side Eye" look you get tells us Lady Millicent knows exactly that she Should.Not.Be.Doing.This!  There are no photographs of last Saturday night . . . (the ladies from Homeless Hounds already know this story, I feared they would want to take her away from us for lack of care).

The scene is us finishing supper quite early and I was looking forward to crashing out in front of the telly for a couple of hours before bed.  Millie had other ideas:   Management went off to do the washing up, I took Madam into the garden for a post-supper potty.

Whilst I cleared up a ‘present’, she charged into the house, quite usual. Came out with something in her mouth that should not be there, not unusual {sigh}. She started to chew whatever it was, as usual, and I chased her down and eventually she dropped the trophy - which turned out to be packaging from Management’s hearing aid batteries. I took it inside and said “how did she get hold of this” and was told “oh sh*t . . .”   😱

Turns out he had left a packet in his trouser pocket, which went through the wash, which he found late one night whilst ironing, so he put the packet on a coffee table and promptly forgot about it . . . You will be impressed with my restraint that I didn’t brain him on the spot. Because we spent the next 45 minutes crawling on our hands and knees around a large lawn. We found 4 of the expected 6 batteries - he'd told me it had been a full packet.

Eventually he thought “actually, there might only have been 4 in it”. Long conversation with On Call vet at local surgery. Agreed that as Millie was unlikely to have bitten a battery, if indeed she had swallowed one at all, we’d practise “conservative management”. Which means Management got the job of checking bags of poo for the next 24-48 hours. The Honourable Lady was perfectly fine and suffered no ill effects. I, on the other hand, was a little stressed. Is it too much to ask for just a quiet life . . .


Not content with batteries, yesterday morning she was in M's care whilst I went to yoga.  He unwisely turned his back for a few minutes.   The casualty was the tube and moulding of one of his hearing aids.  Thankfully he has spares and is soon to have new ones anyway.


So there you have it - typical life with Millie.  It's full-on and finding time to do 'ordinary' things (like blog, and answer emails, and comment on other blogs)  is a tad difficult . . . 😊   😎






(I notice, without surprise, that the publish time of this post is 3.23pm.  I started writing it around 10.00am)


28 comments:

  1. A quiet life? That would be a little dull, although I'm so relieved you've all recovered from the battery incident. X

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    1. Honestly Jules, right now "dull" is looking very attractive . . . πŸ•πŸ€ͺ

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  2. Sounds like you've had a very busy week one way or another. I'm glad the battery and hearing aid escapades didn't have any ill effect, unless maybe it was on your sanity :) The trail of cotton wool balls made me smile :)

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    1. Eunice - my sanity has been questionable for years!

      I am impressed Millie got the cotton wool balls - they were deliberately hidden from her and the little bugger ~still~ found them 😁

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  3. What a bundle of mischief Miss Millie is. I think you can kiss goodbye to a quiet life until Millie grows up :)

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    1. Thanks Eileen, we have reached very much the same conclusion :-)

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  4. Dear Jayne
    Who wants a quiet life anyway? (Perhaps quiet moments are as much as you can hope for - probably when the Hon Lady M is asleep!) What a character she is - like having a very curious and lively toddler in the house! She sounds a joy too though...
    Best wishes
    Ellie

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    1. She definitely makes me appreciate the quiet moments Ellie!

      And Lady M. is ~definitely~ "A Character", your description of a curious/lively toddler is spot on πŸ™‚ But fundamentally she's got a lovely nature and is a kind girl, with that as a basis we can work on training for (nearly) everything else. 40mph is deeply encoded in her DNA though . . . as are the long-distance sighting capabilities of a sniper.

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  5. Like having a toddler in the house! An adorable toddler. There is nothing like a busy life for making it interesting, too much quiet gets dull, but it is nice every now and again.

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    1. Exactly right m'dear. A naughty toddler who is a delight and fills your heart with love.

      I may have sussed how to get a bit of peace & quiet after supper - run her around the garden like crazy until she's prepared to snooze on the sofa with me. Bit like a toddler I suppose . . .

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  6. She sounds just like Lottie when she was a puppy. She destroyed a tv remote and a couple of phones among many other things. She had a thing for used tissues and knew which fleece pocket to look for them in. Ditto earplugs if I left them by the bed! Yuk :( Sadly we had to say goodbye to her yesterday. It's so hard making that call isn't it? but she had a long and happy life. I hope Millie calms down a bit soon! xx Debbie.

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    1. Oh Debbie, I wish I could hold your hand. πŸΎπŸ’š

      Dear, sweet Lottie. What a wonderful life you shared with her, she knew how much she was loved (I can still see her snuggled up on your sofa), and you loved her completely to the end. All our love, and you know I will be thinking of you, with tears in my eyes. xxx

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    2. Thank you. I just wish I'd realised sooner that she was in pain, but they hide it so well. It will take a while to adjust, I'm still stepping over non existing stair gates and leaving the back door open for her. Force of habit!

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    3. Debbie, it is probably far too soon for you to process this, but you must not wish you had known/done something different . You cared deeply for Lottie and at the end gave her the kindest gift . . .

      I crucified myself after Daisy's death - I should have known there was a tumour, I should have spotted something, I should have . . . . it was never-ending. My grief became depression and I was not in a good place, I really became quite ill. Don't make the same mistakes I did - Lottie would not want that. xxx

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  7. it's good to know your Gorgeous Girl is getting you firmly in hand and providing exercise and excitement (see, I'm a slave to alliteration) to keep things from getting dull- I cannot imagine that anyone who really cares for pet/pets ever wants things to be too slow- she is truly beautiful, and your pics are splendid-
    my great galloping guest (see, I did it again) has finally left and is back with my daughter and her family- hopefully I returned her slightly housetrained and better socialized than she was at the onset, but she's still a puppy, so I made no promises-
    Olivia said farewell to her with relief and is still waiting to get some kind of revenge- meanwhile she is limping (with such drama that it should qualify for an award) because yesterday she backed off the porch and landed with less-than-Pavlova grace on the edge of a step- coming back in after a wallow along the lake debris, she was confronted by a tiny skink that LOOKED at her as it skittered by has- contrary to what she may tell you, Olivia is not big, bad, or brave, so she had to avoid the monster, and fell during the process- I guess we will be seeing her vet later today to find out if this is an actual injury or just her theatrics (I have been fooled before)-
    it looks like you will have a 'travel buddy' soon- what fun to plan 'girl time' again- weather-wise it seems you are going to have more pleasant days and nights for getting out and exploring ... we remain in what a friend has declared to be 'satan's armpit' ... a bit disgusting to think about but unfortunately accurate-
    take care- all regards as always from my canine despot and from
    barb

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    1. Oh Barb, please tell Olivia I am not laughing at her, but with her .... (and don't tell her I am lying through my teeth!) When is she going to start her own blog? Her ghost writer is doing such a splendid job over here . . .

      Hope the trip to the (shhhhh) "v - e - t" tomorrow is nothing more than a formality.

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    2. an Olivia update: sarah bernhardt continued to whine and limp (although occasionally she favored the 'wrong' leg) and even turned down a cookie, so I hauled her wretched self off to the vet (she loves him ... he caters to her whims and encourages her theatrical displays) to see if her majestic dive from the porch had done real damage-no break was found but she does have a quite extensive (and expensive) set of bruises- the trip wasn't wasted though, as it was time for her annual round of inoculations etc- let's just say that resulted in ME being the one in the dog house as a result of the indignities- she knows that YOU (and only you) feel her pain and sorrow, and she assures you the ice cream treat on he way home eased her suffering-it's interesting to see that her dramatic limp seems to have vanished too-obviously I live to serve her ...
      we head into a hot weekend- the angle of the light may say that eventually autumn will come, but the temps and humidity say 'ha!' to that-

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  8. She’s certainly keeping you on your toes.

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    1. Or on my backside . . . I was walking across the kitchen earlier and she decided to zoom under me just as I was on one leg with my balance already moving towards the mobile leg. Not wanting to stamp on the dog you know what happened . . .

      Landed on my bottom again! Honestly, if we can get to Christmas without her putting me in A&E it will be a ruddy miracle πŸ˜„πŸΎ

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    2. Sorry Jayne, I'm not usually one to laugh at someone else's misfortune (she says tongue-in-cheek!) but I've got a mental image of this and can't stop giggling :) I hope it didn't hurt too much when you landed :)

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    3. Eunice - I'll forgive you, just this once πŸ€—πŸ€‘

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  9. I'm now all caught up with Lady M and her escapades! I'm sat in bed with a coffee and grinning like an idiot at the trail of cotton wool πŸ˜‚ I cannot wait to see her in action with my own eyes! Take care and I'll see you very soon px

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    1. Good morning to you too πŸ˜„ Sitting up in bed with mug of tea, and sleepy puppy curled up in her fleece.

      She is (supposedly) ready to see her Aunty Pauline, having had a nice bath yesterday. Actually, the bath might have been nothing to do with you and more do do with her going in one of the ponds . . . πŸ€¨πŸΎπŸ•

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  10. Oh my goodness the cotton wool balls brought back memories of Tess as a puppy. One morning our small (very small) front lawn suddenly became blanketed in "snow" courtesy of one young puppy and a roll of cotton wool. Millie is magnificent and has the same calm, cute, butter can't possibly melt in my mouth look that Tess had. By the way I love her tail! You're both much more experienced canine owners than me and so I hesitate to comment but would absolutely agree with your cautious approach to letting her off the lead. Tess (lots of saluki mixed with greyhound) would take off and there was no chance of catching her. L had trained her to come back on his whistle and sometimes a dog whistle if she had gone even further. Let off the lead only when confident the training had sunk in. She always came back but sometimes not quite a quickly as we might have liked. Always a tiny bit of independence kept back where saluki is involved. Love seeing the pictures and hearing about your combined escapades, hope the derriere has recovered xxx

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    1. Oh my, memories indeed. I ~think~ I remember you telling me about this at the time . . . do you realise just HOW MANY YEARS AGO that is??

      It's funny how things work out, but she is really quite "Tess-like" and I am very much enjoying your memories, stories and recollections. I am training Millie on a whistle, trouble is, she's not food focussed so the only incentive to come back is because she wants to, and as you say, the Saluki genes are not always disposed to that.

      We're at about the six week mark, and her behaviour is definitely improving, and it is very early days. As for the butter melting - wouldn't get a bloomin' chance - it would be swallowed too quickly!

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  11. I'm bet you're glad when she finally puts her head down for a rest! She sounds like quite the personality though :)

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    1. Absolutely Nikki-ann, she definitely has A Personality!

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  12. Hahaha! Loved the trail of cotton balls! Mischievous Millie!

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