animals

Another One Of Those Days

It’s been cold today. Not quite cold enough for one of my new knit skirts and tights (plus the top that goes with those skirts hasn’t arrived yet :ohdear:) It doesn’t help that inside our house is ten degrees colder than the outside. At least I have my beloved ugg boots (fyi, I had Ugg Australia Cardy Knit boots and they are worth every cent. Seriously, I have had other brand of uggs, and they were garbage compared to this pair.)

Mum and I got home this afternoon to find out that our elderly beagle, Molly, wasn’t doing so well. She was miserable looking and dazed. And then she walked into the bathroom and passed a puddle of blood. It was bad. We took her down to the emergency vet down the road, and they’re keeping her until tomorrow – pumping her full of painkiller, fluids and medication. They think one of her long-term medications (poor Molly has a lot of medical problems, sadly) has started stripping her intestines et al :ohno: . But one of her blood test results has come back abnormal, so we’re still worried. I mean, she’s almost 17 years old. I just hope that by tomorrow, she’s better and ready to come home, not just be transferred to her regular vet.

Mum’s sad and worried about Molly, so we had a quiet dinner – pad thai and spicy fish, take away. It was strange without the geriatric beagle wandering around and getting stuck into corners, and to save her from three of the cats.

It seems like we have emergencies like this far too often. Poor little puppy dog.  :sob:

My Christmas Eve Eve To Do List

When I was a kid, one of my friends coined the term ‘Christmas Eve Eve’. And that’s how I always think of the 23rd of December. Christmas Eve Eve. The last day of pre-preparations before the Last Day Before Christmas.

My family has a list of things that have to be done that is a mile long, and I’m already exhausted, having had a very long week. I’ve also discovered that roughly four scheduled posts haven’t been posted, so I have to had a fiddle with WordPress.

But by Christmas Eve night, I have to have…

  • Made Christmas cards for my mother, father and sister, as well as my maternal grandmother and paternal grandparents.
  • Cut out, spray-painted, written on and glazed handmade ornaments for both my grandmothers. (Huffah, I cut them all out and am now waiting for them to dry, which takes about a day.)
  • Wrapped all my gifts and some of my mother’s.
  • Made sure my bedroom, and possibly the lounge and dining rooms are utterly spotless for guests.
  • Add some last minute decorations to the tree.
  • Bake three batches (err, roughly 72) cupcakes (my vanilla cupcake recipe is to die for – like tiny clouds) and iced them.
I also need to…
  • Test one of the gifts for Mum
  • Find my camera and my camera charger (that sounds terrible; I’m positive my camera is in my drawer but haven’t had time to check.)
  • Charge my DSi (I’m getting Professor Layton!)
  • Order some of my Christmas gifts (a few things on my list aren’t available in Australia, so I’ll be grabbing them online – my mother’s not particularly au fait with online shopping. I’m not bothered that they won’t arrive until January – a gift is a gift and just as heartfelt two weeks after Christmas as it was Christmas Day. I think a lot of people forget that in the holiday crush.)

And as well as that, on Saturday Mum and I have to…

  • Head to the Fish Markets at 4am to pick up prawns for Christmas
  • Bake gingerbread
  • Ice gingerbread
  • Decorate and assemble a gingerbread house (the house itself is made, thankfully!)
  • Do the second round of Christmas groceries
  • Pick up a sushi platter
  • Pick up flowers
  • Make rocky road
  • Make chocolate cake
  • Finish an ice cream layer cake
  • Pack up and tidy my sister’s room
  • Move all the boxes on the verandah back into my sister’s room
  • Pick up my poor, sick rabbit Harriet from the vet (more on that in another post).
  • Pick up medication.
  • Prepare platters
  • Pick up my Xmas/Boxing Day shirt (I found this awesome top I really want to wear, but I needed a different size. Luckily, the shop is in the same complex as the supermarket, so I can just run upstairs and grab it.)

I just know I’m forgetting something. I’m so tired and everything has gone wrong for us today. I hope Christmas turns out well.

I hope I’m awake long enough to enjoy it.

Pass Me a Pillow

My mother has spent the night in Sydney with my sister, which left me to hold down the fort. And baby-sitting one geriatric beagle, two rabbits and five cats with a wide selection of emotional issues. It’s… exhausting.

But I managed to feed and water all the animals, make endless trips outside to make sure the dog hadn’t fallen into the fountain or gotten stuck somewhere (or simply stopped in a corner; I found her next to one of the toilets, just staring and unwilling to leave) and still finished off the washing, tidied the kitchen and made myself dinner. But, somehow, I didn’t make it to bed until after 2am.

And then I needed to be up at 6am to release the cats from the laundry and make sure the dog could go outside for bathroom breaks. Then I went back to bed for four hours, and quite frankly, I’m contemplating a nap. Considering it’s almost 1pm and I’m still in my jammies, it wouldn’t be that hard. But for some reason, I need to get dressed before I nap. It feels less slothful that way.

But I digress. The dog, Molly, is very attached to Mum. Understandable since Molly is partially blind and deaf, with the canine equivalent of dementia and is known to have ‘turns’, so Mum is the most consistent factor in her life, the Master. I’m the Playmate. So Mum disappearing for a day is a Big Deal. For a small dog,she’s high maintenance. But we survived with no accidents, and she tucked herself into her bed in Mum’s room and I figured as long as I was up early enough to make sure she could go outside, it would be all good.

Except, I got up to find her asleep. On the kitchen floor. Waiting for Mum. I took her outside and went back to bed, only to get up hours later and find her asleep on the kitchen floor.

Waiting for Mum.

Just so sad.

The crazy thing is that even though she’s old and not the same energy filled Family Protector she once was (she almost bit my father for surprising her when she was younger. We’ve all had the urge to hurt my father, so it’s funny), I still feel better when she’s around. Our yard is huge, and we have a low fence, combined with the fact there’s a pub at the bottom of the street, it can get kind of creepy late at night. But the dog went walkabout, so I donned my thongs and grabbed a flickering torch and ventured out to find the dog. A shame the torch only shines about thirty centimetres in front of me, and not very well.

I was scared.

And then the elderly beagle appeared and I felt better. Because even if we got into trouble, it would be me protecting her, she still makes me feel safe. I hope that even with the mean cats and my frustration that I’m probably doing everything wrong, that she feels safe with me.

I shouldn’t blog when I’m tired. I think I’ll join her on the kitchen floor.