The steroid injection yesterday has reduced the swelling in her ears. She definitely has one eardrum intact, and the lovely German Vet could see it. Another steroid injection and a four day course of steroids. She is very hungry though. She can definitely hear. She has got her bark back! The happy penetrating bark that says I just heard someone outside. She has also started chatting to me again... I am hungry time for my bowlie. Time for my tablets. Time you took me for a walk. Dogs have an inbuilt clock. A very accurate clock... 4.30 tablet. 5.30 dinner. I definitely don’t need a watch! I have a dog!
The Next wonderful discovery on our walk this morning is that her boyfriend has also got a glimmer of sight in the worst eye. The better eye hasn’t, but I noticed as I went to pat his head that his eye flickered and he shut just the one eye.
An interesting story from the Vet when I was checking with Her if we could have our dog passported here in Jersey, and then go to France for a long weekend and come back without having to go to the French Vet. We don’t go for weekends because we don’t have time to Passport the dog in France.
So yes that works. We have a five day window of travel when she is passported here in Jersey.
Anyway the story she told us was of a dog brought from Portugal. This is a bit like the Jersey wartime pig story... Vets pick these sort of things up, and this lady is German, so has that sort of two and two generally don’t add up to five sort of attitude. She is very thorough, and explains everything in detail. Which I like of course!
This puppy that had been brought form Portugal She estimated at four months old from the teeth. The passport and the microchip matched, however the passport said this dog had been given its Rabies vaccinations six months ago. The puppy jabs at something like two weeks and six weeks. However in her estimation the dog hadn’t been born yet! She wondered how reasonably intelligent people didn’t notice this anomaly. Anyway she said it wasn’t her job to do the immigration and check passports.
I think the Vet said She just Issued a new passport for the microchip. However that leaves the Rabies jabs and inoculations in doubt to my mind. If I was the owner, I would ask for them to be done again and wait through for the travelling time. You can’t be too safe with these pets when you travel. I wonder if this is some sort of scam with puppy stealing involved...
Anyway it got me thinking about that nerve agent that Russia are being accused of using on the double agent and His daughter. I just can’t see that it would be in anyone’s interests in Russia to try this sort of stunt. Attempting to kill these people when they have been officially pardoned. Let’s face it if they were going to do this sort of thing it would have happened a long time ago.
I suspect these nerve agents have some sort of chemical markers. You wouldn’t make something like that without being able to identify the batch, where it was going to be stored and who is in charge of it. Rather like a chemical barcode.
I lthink Russia ought to have a sample from the UK and the statutory ten days to come up with an answer.
Actually, the Russians strike me as a bit like the Germans in that respect. They like to keep a lot of records. I bet the Russians would use a radio active isotope to mark this sort of weapon. It’s toxic anyway why not?! I wonder if you could forge a radioisotope, or sort of rewrite over it with a newer one?!
Hmm, looks like the plot of a book to me. This is definitely a double blind, with a couple of twists, and a red herring or three, and a nasty villain somewhere in the background. This has to be a job for Johnny English! I shouldn’t joke really, there are at least three people very sick, and the rest of the UK having kittens about how many more locals in their pub might be ex Russian double Agents.
To me this looks like one of those false flag stings. Who would benefit the most from a hiccup in relations between UK and Russia? ... pretty obvious really. My dog says she smells a rat in the Ukraine! Who are being directed by ... guess who. However it goes deeper than that. The Minx has been digging up my borders. There is definitely a nocturnal vermin in the garden at the moment. She has tracked it down to the other side of the fence tonight! This dog is a revelation!
Anyway the dog doesn’t have good hearing back. Normally if I say rat or cat she barks her head off. She knows both words and has an instant bark my head off response to either word. Still nothing from the Rat or Cat response. She must have some hearing but no definition.
A bit like me. It’s like all the telephone masts are off round me. No satellite info. It sort of boosts my hearing. Still, I read cloud language, and my smell volume just went through the roof. I also use everything I see. The little signs. The movement. The way the wind catches my Olive tree branches. The way the birds fly. The things people say. The music on the radio, or Alexa at my friends house today. There isn’t anything that doesn’t speak to me. AnywayI am sleeping better. I wonder if I can sue the telephone companies for ruining my life!
Thats really not an option though. The truth is when the telephone systems are boosted I can read them all. Wierd but true. At least last night I actually slept through until 7.30. I might just be a minority of one. It’s doubtful I could form a political minority department to sway the normal political process around me.
The political minorities have gone barmy in my opinion, and so have the politically correct governments who listen to the minority viewpoint. In the end there has to be a relative standard for everything. As far as I am concerned, I have no problem with any minority viewpoint, but I want a social standard. A social set of Moores by which everything is measured.
For me what the Big G has given as the general working principles of society, marriage and other general stuff we base our system of Law On is pretty good. It does for me. I need my feet on terra firma. I decided to stay here to live out my life with my Husband, and keep the dog company. I was asked if I wanted to bog off when I fell of that horse. I made the choice to go down with the ship if it was going down.
I can hear you saying it! Yup, Yup and Yup. I could have bogged out of this little Lot! Just think of Charles Wesley... ‘Twixt stirrup and ground, salvation was found’. He went on to write some of the greatest hymns of Christendom.
I was given a choice. On the way down I heard the word ‘Relax’ screamed at me. I hit the ground like a sack of Jersey Royals from a great height. Cracked sacral bone. I was completely winded and didn’t breath for ages. If I hadn’t done Alexander Technique I would not have known how to scrape myself off the ground. My only thought... how to get around not telling my Husband I was dead. It’s a bummer. You aren’t around to give Him hell for not turning up when you need Him!
On a completely unrelated note... Rex Tillerson just got the sack. A slight jarring note of course.
Also the CIA have a new Woman Boss. The first. I wonder what her title is in the James Bond sort of ‘M’ genre. Seems She has a human rights violation track record. Perhaps She is going to be the one to round up some of the Swamp Creatures President Trump Said He would get out of the machinery of Government.
I am warming to President Trump, at least following the Human Resources turnover in the Whitehouse makes for some interest. I need a brain workout!
I did a huge long post on my Mad Gardening Blog yesterday. I took some photos of the newly cleaned Olive leaves, and the Morticia Adams Rose treatment which I mean to post later. I always enjoyed that moment when Gomez gives Morticia Roses. She cuts the heads off them and puts them in water. Hilarious. I do the same thing! I dry the Rose heads to keep them for ages, and make cuttings out of the stems. No doubt Morticia likes Rose bushes!
Anyway I did say the algae on my Olive Trees was hiding in plain sight. I am going to be cleaning each tree branch by branch. It might take me a few months, but I want good Olive Trees. Besides I need to make some tea, and I don’t want to be cutting off leaves that haven’t reached their fullest healing potential with some sunlight on them.
God did say to me a few months ago He was going to bring everything into the light. I suppose we ought to be ready for some rather incredulous revelations. I suppose I subscribe to the motto of..
Believe nothing, until you have facts. Then dwell on it a bit and mull it all over from the margin of life. It’s surprising, when you just think you are about to decide on something another little bit of information turns up that completely scotches the theory I might have had, or was about to make.
I suppose I have the benefit of hindsight, it says keep an open mind... You will never know all the facts. Everything is a best guess scenario where the World is concerned.
God.. different matter. He is as solid as a rock!