A council estate raised British city girl trying to make it in rural Canada

Vet day

Actually went to sleep in bed last night instead crashing on the couch as I so often do when Darcy is away at work.

It felt great to wake up with my head not stuck at a right angle!

Skip forward a few hours of random domesticity and it's time for Cash the dog to go to the vets for his check. I love his va va voom for life. He'd even be excited to go to the guillotine - he's that kind of dog. So as he almost ran over me to get into the back of the truck we spend the 20 min drive into town playing the "spot the oncoming vehicle - try and chase it out of the back window as it goes by". So by the time we get to the vets he's beyond excited and exhausted and slobbering everywhere.

And being Cash, once in there everyone and evrything is his friend. Tables, books, windows are all super new and wonderful - and you get comments from everyone in the waiting room along the lines of "he's a lively fellow eh?!!"

Oh ya think????  I'm doing my best to try and make it look like he's had training, by doing a Caesar Milan impression - "tch - Cash sit, CASH SIT - OI RETARD SIDDOWN!!!!!!!" Which fell on deaf ears so I gave up.

Staying power is never my strong point which probably explains why I'm such a pushover.

Now he see's a poster of a cat and starts growling at it. All the other 'customers' are there with perfectly behaved lap dogs - which if they could talk would have been sayng "how uncouth that hound over there is".

Oh thank the lord we get called in. He's all over the vet like a rash and she gives him a biscuit - which he spits out as soon as she says "it's a healthy one!" - he must get his eating habits from me.

The rest of the check and injection goes without incident (if you can call jumping, slobbering, growling excitedly and licking without incident). although he has put on 2 lbs over last year which apparently we need to keep an eye on.

Holy shit - he's put on weight. How the hell does that happen?????? That dog never sits still. He chases snow falling, leaves blowing, embers from the fire pit, the cats, their kittens, dirt, grass, fresh air.................... mmmmmm . Could you imagine an overweight over hyper springer????  It would be like being jumped on by Rick Waller.

So my mind was made up to get him a friend - looked on Kijiji for a rescue and saw a few random dogs that obviously had major behavioral problems and the owners are just trying to offload them to the nearest sucker. Weedled those out and finally decided on a 2 year old retriever.

Emails have gone back and forth and I've spoken to Darcy about it and he's in agreement that if the dog seems ok we'll get him. The owner of the kennel that he is in right now has had a few enquiries but was not happy with them and for some unknown reason is happy with our 'application'.

We are lucky enough to have 10 acres for the dogs to play - and - as over the top as Cash is, he is a super dog to have. Great with kids, loyal, semi obedient (seriously he is!!!!) doesn't wander, (he's an outside dog which probably explains his wonderment when being inside - anywhere lol) so I think he would be a good friend for a new guy.

I hope to god this doesn't go as tits up as the last rescue dog we had did (another story for another day) but time will tell so watch this space.