Every day I look after my dog makes me feel guilty. I love my dog for being so independent. She doesn't want fuss. No patting or cuddles, unless it's time for food, in which case she shows she is hungry by bringing toys. Then she barks at me. She is her own dog. Not a lapdog.
Vicious with other dogs, so always on a lead. I found a great harness for about 20 quid that makes controlling her easier. We tried to socialise her, train her, all the things you are meant to do but she is a maven. A Patterdale Terrier.
At some point she has broken her back. We have suspicions that it may have been either when she escaped on the few occasions that it happened, or when she was killing our next door neighbours chickens and madam hit her with the broom.
For this reason she has a memory foam basket, and a memory foam pad in the car. If she didn't have this problem she wouldn't have this luxury. I bought her the basket first to see if it made a difference to her aches and pains, which it did, so I stumped up another sixty quid for a mattress to go in her cage in the car.
Yes worth the money, I hated seeing her in pain, and it has made a huge difference. As well as the Rimadyl.
She has a heart complaint, her left ventricle is double the size it should be. She also has Colitis.
The wonderful thing for her is that she is not milk intolerant so we give her buttermilk which is cultured milk. Rather like a liquid yoghurt with a little water at each meal.
She just has a can of Chappie food, and this milky yoghurt, which she laps with her head nestling into her bowl as though she is suckling. Sometimes we add some chicken, a little fish, and usually we give her a little gravy from our meal on a Sunday.
We give her fishy treats. Up to five a day, but usually only one or two.
The evenings are getting colder and at twelve and a half a dog feels the cold.