Dog Show

Okay, so what am I, chopped liver?

We went to a dog show competition and agility demonstration last weekend. Sure, there were some fine looking pampered pooches and some very good four- footed athletes.

I don't mind telling you that I hate to take a back seat to anyone, dog or human, but Bones and I were relegated to a bench where neither of us could cause a problem with an outburst of some sort. I sat quietly while the assorted Border Collies, Aussies and  a couple of Heelers ran around doing what ever it was they were doing. 

Oh yea over in a corner of the field were a bunch of my brethren herding sheep into enclosures of some sort. Now that looked like a blast.

The frisbee catch made sense and looked very fun.  There was also a bunch of red cones set up with tunnels and ramps and squirrely poles that the performers ran through, up, around, and under. I wanted to pee on the cones and knock the other stuff over. I guess that's why I was not entered. But you know what? Give me half a chance and some clue as to what this was all about and I would beat them all. Well, actually, I would still pee on all the cones, dominate all the males, and stoke the females dumb with my astounding good looks.

Still, Deb took photo after photo of these young bloods and, heck, I must admit they looked downright dashing. One of her friends had a dog entered in the agility competition.  He was a handsome Australian Shepherd that really, in my book, needed some herding.  But, hey, that's just me. All-in-all, a fun time and I was on my best behavior.  

Almost for got the costume contest, boy did I want to mess with those guys.

So about a month ago, before the big road trip, my ear was bugging me. I did all I could to let Bones and Deb know. I scratched it. I shook my head. I made it quite obvious something was in there.

Bones wanted to get some ear wash but neglected to do so. The day we left the women that takes care of Deb’s cats mentioned I had something in my ear and suggested we have it checked. Once again Bones chose not to go to a vet and spend a bunch of money. I guess he figured I spent my quota. We went on the trip and I had a great time, which I have not reported on yet but my ear bugged me the whole time.

Finally, after we had been back for a week or so, I had enough. I let them know I was in pain. It had gone from an irritation to discomfort to very painful. Deb said that's it and made an appointment at the vet.

 

We lucked out got a really nice doctor.  I have been to a bunch of them so I know the difference. This guy liked animals. He looked in my ear and sure enough I had a foxtail so deep in my ear they had to knock me out with drugs to get to it. Turns out it had pierced my ear drum and was exposed just enough so he could get ahold of it with one of the special tools and pull it out before it worked it's way through and might have deafened me or, worse yet, worked it's way to my amazing brain and lights out.

Thank you, Deb. If your furry buddies – canine, feline, or equine, are telling you something is wrong please listen to them.

Hugs from the valley  Cash Fargo Bellinger