I know you were probably wondering. And secretly suspecting Iven of something nefarious. Because it's the quiet ones that you can never trust.
I've just been busy. With life. Business. Running. Racing. Caking. Attending weddings. Taking dogs to the emergency vets and getting yelled at by psycho personal trainers for parking in their spot. You know. The usual.
In the time since I last wrote anything here I've done two races.
One was the River Run 100. Just part of a relay team - not the whole 100 solo. Not that crazy! And the other was the Brisbane Half Marathon which went pretty much how I expected it to go. Not super-fast because, hills. But totally respectable as far as finishing time's concerned.
|Is it weird that I checked out the guy's finishing time to see if I beat him? (Yeah - I totally chicked him)|
The caking was for a friend's sister's baby shower. Guess what sex she's having?!!
And for my sister's wedding.
As does my mob. Love all of these to bits!
That was all the fun stuff from the last month. Now for the not-so-fun.
Ricky got blocked up again. And by blocked up I mean he couldn't pee properly. Urinary urolithiasis is the medical term - aka bladder stones. It's a fairly common problem with Dalmatians. They lack an enzyme to break down protein properly. They get crystals in their urine and the crystals can become stones which can block up their urethras. Ouch!
Poor Ricky was trying to pee but not very much was coming out so we had to take him to the vet. She unblocked him but strongly recommended that he have an ultrasound to see what was happening inside. The ultrasound results were ominous so we booked him in to have surgery.There just happened to be a public holiday that week so he was booked in for Thursday and of course he got blocked up again on Wednesday - the public holiday.
We had to rush him to an emergency vet clinic in Woolloongabba across town. So stressful! We arrived at the clinic and parked out the side in a parking spot that was designated for another business. It was a public holiday and the street looked totally deserted apart from the vet clinic so I assumed that the parking spot wouldn't be needed.
I was wrong.
A woman came out from the 'boutique' fitness centre that the park belonged to and asked us to move our car. We said 'no problem' but when my husband walked towards the road to check out where to move the car to she totally lost the plot and started yelling at us, threatening to have us towed. We tried to explain to her that yes, we were going to move it but she wouldn't let up. It made what was an already stressful situation so much more so. And apparently we're not the first people that she's done this to. The receptionist at the clinic told us that she's made a lot of their clients cry and they now report her to the city council. My tip for Brisbane locals is to give the 'boutique' gym on Balaclava St in Woollongabba a big swerve. No one needs that bad energy in their lives.
The vet was able to unblock Ricky again. Thank goodness. And first thing Thursday morning he was back at our local vets to have these nasty not-so-little things flushed out of his bladder.
The cone of shame made for a very frustrated Dalmatian for ten days. Actually it was a double cone of shame because the first cone wasn't quite long enough to stop a very flexible dog from creating a sore right next to his suture line. He needed lots of cuddles and tummy rubs.
You've never seen a more excited dog than when we finally removed the stitches and the cones on Sunday. The celebrations were exuberant ... and R-rated.
So now we've got to try to prevent it from happening again. He's on a special diet and on gout medication (because it's basically the same issue). And we have to try to get his urine to a neutral pH instead of the acid pH that it was. This basically means that for ten minutes a day I'm chasing a very suspicious Ricky around the garden with a kidney dish begging him to pee.
My life is so glamorous!
Great update Char. That PT sounds like a real winner... not!ReplyDelete
I did indeed wonder where you were, and totally suspected Iven of spiking your cake batter.ReplyDelete
What the hell was that in the bowl??? OMG!. I was almost sick when I saw it. However, I laughed head off at picture of him humping. The woman at the gym sounds like an utter psycho. I predict she won't last long before being carted away by the police or men in white.ReplyDelete
I wondered where you were, but definitely get the busy aspect. I've not been able to write as much, either. Hope your pup is feeling better, poor thing! Your cakes are stunning. I wish I was that creative!!ReplyDelete
Gotta love a pooch with sexy staying power.ReplyDelete
Glad to hear you're still alive and kicking!ReplyDelete
you are more alive than me...ReplyDelete
I also need to write, but I also need to work!
Interesting photos! ^^ It is certain that you have had a great day!ReplyDelete
Poor puppy! Does not sound fun for anyone. Nor does psycho gym lady, actually.ReplyDelete
Indeed I was suspecting something about Iven.....ReplyDelete
Ugh... I'm still grappling with the pic of the stuff that came out of Ricky's bladder. Ugh!ReplyDelete
But I'm really glad the races went well and that the tights are selling well. Go you entrepreneur type person!
OMG - yes the stuff was Ricky's bladder is pretty confronting. Glad he is up to his old, um tricks. The cakes and happy snaps are much nicer. xReplyDelete
I can tell by FB and IF that your business is doing well! I figured you were off walking the red carpet in some fun tights! I eagerly await your first U.S. trunk show! Oh poor Ricky. That must've felt dreadful. Glad to hear he's doing better!ReplyDelete
Congratulations on being busy for positive stuff! It has been the same here. Bride and Groom look happy and gorgeous - all the best. The cakes are beautiful as well. Good to here the pups back in business - or to business ...ReplyDelete
Oh gosh so much to digest here and coming from all different angles - cakes, pee, nasty yelling woman, dog humping, tights and cones. I hardly know where to start.ReplyDelete