3. A holiday & operation
GROWING UP, TRAUMAS & TRAVELS
One of Ronnie’s favourite places is the woods. She is a hound so she just loves the whole outdoors groove.
She regularly goes on epic walks to far away places where she can run wild & free & just enjoy being an active young dog, out & about in nature.
Summer 2010 was good & Ronnie was hanging out up on the Northumberland moors.
She really is growing up & is starting to lose a little of her puppy face & evolving into a really beautiful elegant girl.
She seems to look like different things at different times, but most often she looks like a little kind of pointy eared deer.
Here she is doing her ‘Queen of all I survey’ routine up in the mountains…
When she was little she hated water, but now mainly by copying from behaviour she has seen other dogs exhibit, she has got over that & has a paddle & even a swim if it’s nice & sunny, to cool off while she is out on her important manouvers.
It’s that time…
At around 6 months, we decided to take Ronnie to the Vet to have her spayed. She was from a litter of 14 & as there is no way we could look after that many dogs, we thought it was best.
Her pups would have sold for a small fortune, but we aren’t into that & wouldn’t have been able to bear separating her from them, so off we went.
First, the Vet shaved her leg…
Then her tummy & made this great big cut & took out all of her reproductive bits…
Looks gruesome, but it’s astounding how quickly she recovered & was up & around within a day.
She got a little bit of an infection in her wound, but the Vet gave her some bomb antibiotics & she was right back on form & running around off her lead within a week or so.
Now her scar has healed to the point where you can hardly see it & all her hair has grown back.
At same time the last of her little needle teeth fell out & all her big, grown up teeth came in. What a fine set of pearly white gnashers she has!
She utilises them for the destruction of her toys & anything else she can get her sticky little mits on. Here she is performing her speciality trick of getting a squeaky toy, then disemboweling it to remove all the stuffing, to get at the little plastic squeaker inside.
Chilling in Suffolk
In July 2010 she went to Suffolk on her holidays camping. The weather was boiling hot & she had a good root around the countryside. She was up at the crack of dawn & on the go all day.
She camped on a working farm & met all the animals like dogs, horses, cats, chickens, pigs & a litter of 8 black Labrador puppies like this little guy.
It was a great experience for her that really broadened her horizons & she just ran around exploring all day, trying to hunt for things to chase, or to chase her.
She got a new collar so she would be all smart for her holidays & she wore it when she went to the beach.
She had a running feud with the cows out the back of where she camped as they laughed at her ears, so she decided to go on a concerted program of mashing them up at every possible opportunity.
She also went to the massive forest & messed on with great big pine cones, which is one of her favourite things to do.
There are so many different natural environments in Suffolk that it’s doggie paradise. She went to swamps, beaches, fields, forests, bars, everywhere.
The countryside caper wore her out & she liked to settle in at night for a great big nap. She got a big cage specially for her holidays so that she wouldn’t wander off every night & eat all the animals on the farm.
She absolutely loved it & at the end of each day she would go in for her nap & we would cover it with blankets.
So she was all in the dark like a little parrot & had her own proper little warm snugglie den, to camp in.
Now she’s off to Scotland, to see what’s up… You coming..? x.