Oh god Im Doctor fucking Doolittle

Im sorry people. I'll try not to put anymore posts up about the pets...
Im the lady who chats to her dogs non stop while walking down the road...
but younger...
except if your under 20...
then I am that old lady...
waah!

how cute is this!

You can tell Poppy is smarter from this picture aye.

update on scarface claw

With a look like that, Im pretty sure the other cat came off worse.

I know I did.

cat bum

First the Dog... now the cat.

He squinted at me, as usual, then meowed inpatently for me to make the bed for him to settle onto. "George your an arse" I said and went to pat him on the head. It felt wet, so i pulled my hand away to examine. A foul, pungent smell hit me as i raised my hand to my face. A sticky substance had left a shiney smear on my palm. I gagged. "George!" I exclaimed, "what have you been up to!"
On closer (breath held) examination I discovered an oozing absess had erupted above his left eye. His fur had stuck to the puss leaving it looking like a bad combover.
Icalled for Mike to hold the cat while i tried to clean the absess with a warm damp cloth, but the more I wiped, more puss oozed. "This is a job for the vet" I said, stepping back to get a gasp of fresh air. "His head smells like arsehole, so I'll call first thing".
At doctor dogs (as his licence plate says) george sat purring his wiskers off while the vet took his temporature. "Nothing there to be concerned about", he said reasuringly, "what usually happens is a cat will bite its opponant and leave whatever they licked off their arse as a present to rear its ugly head later on. We can usually tell which bacteria is left by the way it smells".
"It smells like cat bum", I said, "yep ",he replied, "it does".

We pick George up this arvo, after sedation and flushing of the absess is complete. they will have to shave around the area,so I'll have to call him Captain steubing for a while. I'll post the humiliating picture soon.

wot a wag

Poor Frank! (look at that face! my tail hurts)
Those of you who know my dog Frank, know that he wags his tail ALL THE TIME.
Well a slight miscalculation on his part when chasing the ball turned him upsidedown and he landed on his tail. At first we didnt notice anything, but later that evening we had guests around and Debs patted poor old Frank down his back and his tail (as ya do) well he made us all jump with the noise he made, poor Debs felt the brunt of jibes from the others and mopey old Frank spent the rest of the evening very cufuffled and walked around with a motionless tail. The next day was no better with tail down and face long, so I took him to the vet. "should only be bruised, but if he starts eating his tail in a few days we will have to amputate".
WOT!
Yep, if a dog looses feeling in his tail he will eat it off thinking its a foreign object... like a big hairy poo or something... :)
Vile full of antiflam in hand and miserable faced dog on lead off we sculked. I was quite distraught with the fact that my lovely little boy might not have a tail... I just couldnt bear the thought of him tailess... wagless... sob... hes my favourite... (yes I have a favourite).

Anyhoo, two days of intence watching of tail movement paid off as his tail slowly started to wag. Low at first, but eventually it stood tall again, like a pendulum, tick tock tick tock...
Yay for Frank!