Showing posts with label harness. Show all posts
Showing posts with label harness. Show all posts

Wednesday, 7 June 2023

Gilbert the Good - proper swimming

Gilbert the Good - proper swimming  

The other day I thought I’d help the humans with putting the shopping away. They didn’t seem to think that my bed was the right place to put the mackerel pâté. I dunno, I suppose they’re right - it would be too warm. I was really careful carrying it, though, but then we Labradors are known for having soft mouths.

Roxy and I aren’t having brazils regularly any more – too fatty, apparently. It makes sense – if the humans only have three a day, one a day for us dogs is too much. We still have our carrots every day and celery some days and I’ve discovered I almost like lamb’s lettuce, but Roxy doesn’t.

Arthur came to play when Susannah had to go to London. It was all nice and quiet until Jellicoe came in with a baby magpie in his mouth. The humans tried to get it away from him but he wouldn’t let go so they had to shut him outside and leave him to it. We all tried to help but it was no good. Poor magpie! I think it died of fright. I dunno why Jellicoe wanted it – he didn’t eat it or anything. He just walked away and left it on the ground. It’s a good thing we dogs are bigger than him or he’d hunt us down, too. 

 Barry’s got a new harness arrangement thing that means Roxy and I can both be attached to him at the same time.

 It takes quite a long time for him to get into it. Janice wonders if he could attach a parachute to it. 

Anyway, the weather has been beautiful lately and we’ve been having wonderful walks in the woods. 
Roxy and I really like it when we go to the ponds. We went to the big pond the other day, where Roxy first learnt to swim. We did some proper swimming - no paws touching the bottom. It was exciting! 

The humans said when Roxy was young she always used to hold her head up high when she swam, as if she didn’t want to get her hair wet. 

 I nearly managed to get the stick away from Roxy . . .

  We were still quite damp when we got home but we soon dried off on the furniture. It's so  kind of Janice to put clean covers on the chairs for us.

We're  going out in a few minutes, so I've got Barry's shoe for him. I'm a very helpful chap.*



*Janice says: It's the wrong shoe, but we won't tell him that. We don't want to hurt his feelings.


*Janice says: These are the boots he needed.

Sunday, 6 June 2010

Pet Pride - Winston models his harness!

We bought a harness for Winston yesterday. There were only two colours to choose from and we thought  purple might suit him better than pillar box red! He was very cautious on his first outing and kept very low to the ground. He miaoued with every step!
Today was a little better but shortly after these photos were taken he slipped out of his harness and disappeared round the side of the house. There were some interesting sniffs there but he was happy to be picked up and cuddled.
Then he went back indoors to join Frodo . . .
. . . and Gus joined them.
Pet Pride is organised and hosted by Bozo and his human in Mumbai. Why not click here to see more wonderful pets - and maybe join in?

Wednesday, 29 July 2009

Dominie and the young dogs

Dominie in November 2008 not long after she started wearing her harness and before she needed wheels.

Foxy keeping Dominie company. The reflective strips on Dominie's harness are very effective!

Dominie is restricted in her movements. Once she's on all four paws she's able to stagger around but with only her front legs working to maintain her position she is easily knocked off balance. Like all sensible dogs she then gives in and falls gracefully (sometimes not quite so gracefully) to the floor. She is then effectively immobilised until lifted by means of her 'Ruffwear' harness and placed where she indicates she wants to be. She's a very patient animal and only vocalises when she needs something. It may be that she wants to turn round in her bed – she can roll from side to side but can't stand up and change position. Sometimes she wants to go outside to relieve herself or to drink from the pond or simply to wander round the garden sniffing. At other times she wants to drink from the two gallon water container in the kitchen which is refilled each day or else she just wants some attention. She's always been a very affectionate dog but can't bestow affection independently any more. Stroking and talking to her, letting her lick one's feet (a great cure for Athlete's foot (tinea pedis) and extremely relaxing) help her to understand that she is still involved in family life.
This morning she fell over and started to whine. Jenna immediately went to her to try and give her a toy. When Dominie showed that she wasn't interested Jenna started licking her. Every time Dominie told her to stop Jenna politely turned her head aside and then resumed when Dominie was quiet again. By this time Foxy had gone to see what was going on and started trying to groom Dominie, again stopping when Dominie asked her to. It was fascinating to watch the interplay between the elderly Dalmatian and the two young working Labradors. The old lady accepted their attentions but strictly on her terms. They were respectful, quiet and calm, understanding that though she may be frail and sometimes helpless she is nonetheless the elder, the head of the hierarchy.
Once Dominie was settled and relaxed again the two youngsters had a rough and tumble together.
Jenna and Foxy letting off steam. Jenna is always in the ascendant even though she's a few months younger than Foxy. Foxy restricts Jenna's 'attack' by grabbing her collar.

Although there's a great deal of noise and some clashing of teeth they are simply playing and there's absolutely no aggression in their play fights. Foxy and Jenna both come from Threevalleys Gundogs in Wales and are bred to work cooperatively. Their breeders, Charlotte and Ali, spend hours with each litter of puppies socialising them. Consequently the pups are very confident and friendly.

Monday, 9 March 2009

I live to launder . . . or, I wash therefore I am

I have lost count of the number of washing machines we have gone through. I remember that we bought the first one while living in Northern Ireland. The boiler which dealt with terry napkins and dish cloths and towels was not really adequate and I was finding it difficult to keep up with the laundering demands of a husband, toddler and new baby. The toddler was fascinated by the washing machine and delighted that her orders to it – 'Again, again' – were heard and the drum spun round obediently. We had no television at the time so the washing machine was a source of entertainment for her.


Through the ensuing years machines were purchased, given extended warranties, broke down irretrievably (frequently), caught fire (twice), flooded the kitchen (many times) as our family grew. Sports clothes of all descriptions tumbled round soapily, people complained when colours ran or garments shrank, and I continued to work full-time, chauffeur my children to their various sporting and social events, be chief cook and bottle-washer and, of course, laundry maid. The husband by then was working very long hours, often overseas and returning for brief periods to make contact with his children (and me).


When the children grew and flew I expected the washing piles to reduce but they didn't. I had overcome my near descent into OCD – at one time if one item of a load dropped to the floor I would wash the entire lot again – but still the floor next to the latest model was carpeted with things to be washed. The husband was working more reasonable hours, giving him more time to run cross-country with his canine companions.


We have always had dogs, even before we had children but when the children were living at home we had mostly owned small dogs – Jack Russells. Now as the JRs passed on we migrated to larger dogs. When dogs grow old they often experience arthritis and mobility problems and need warmth and soft bedding. With age comes, sometimes, a measure of incontinence so that their bedding needs to be washed more frequently. Inevitably, larger dogs require a greater acreage of bedding and less of this can be fitted into the machine at one time. Add to this the amounts of mud larger paws bring into the house and onto the (washable) rugs and the laundry question begins to answer itself.


We have four dogs at present, three Dalmatians and a working Labrador. The oldest, Dominie Dalmatian, will be fifteen later this month. She has a wonderful temperament and hates to be in trouble. Unfortunately, she had a bad attack of spondylitis late last year which has left her hind legs very weak. So, though she tries her very best to get up and out of her bed, she often falls down and has to be lifted. To this end she wears a special harness with a handle on it. She cannot get to the door to ask to go out and has to rely on one of us interpreting her vocalisations correctly. Sometimes she speaks to be helped to find a new position in bed but often she is telling us she needs to go outside to relieve herself ('go potty' - tee hee!) If we are not quick enough her bedding becomes soiled and needs washing.


The youngest Dalmatian is epileptic and is given a cocktail of anti-epileptic drugs each day in an effort to control his seizures. One of the side-effects of the drugs is that he often dribbles urine so if he isn't wearing a wrap (a doggy diaper) whatever he is lying on can become saturated. The involuntary urination is variable and unpredictable so on days when it doesn't seem to be happening, he goes Commando.


The working Labrador spends as much time as she can in water and so brings huge amounts of mud into the house in her coat which is then deposited on furniture, clothes, rugs, us!


Thus, our washing machine works as hard as it and its predecessors have ever done and to be honest, we wouldn't have it any other way for the dogs give us enormous pleasure and wonderful companionship. In any case, when 'the children' (what do you call your adult progeny??) come home to visit they invariably bring washing with them so I have to keep my hand in or I might forget how to do it!