Monday, 21 October 2013

Ditty Adventures

Hey pups! Yesterday I posted a photo of a dog slightly different from me and you might be wondering who that was. I'll take today to explain. Yesterday morning at around 7:45 am Mama got a phone call from an elderly friend of ours, saying that she doesn't feel very well and that she suspects she had a stroke. Everyone whipped out of bed and got dressed really quickly (all the humans went because the woman didn't speak very good English so she would need help and the humans' church is in the same village).  I got left behind! So I'll let Mom take it from here:

Cheers, Bushy! Well we got there and we called the ambulance; they took her away. (Turns out she had a mini stroke, increasing her chances of having a proper one.) Big Guy and I went ahead to church, while Mama and Middle Guy came later. After church we had to fetch the old woman's dog because we wouldn't know how long she would be in hospital. *Enter Aphrodite (I call her Ditty)* We brought her home and she promptly wet herself. She is a 10 year old Lhasa Apso, with heart problems, diabetes and she is OBESE ties in nicely with Dachshund Nola post. I am pretty pissed at her owner for letting her get that way and the worst thing is she doesn't admit that she is fat. Anyways, back to Dina for the rest:

All right, she peed herself, did Mom mention that? I mean Ewwwww! I grew out of that months ago. When we first met she was totally overwhelmed and just went and lay down. But I wanted to play. I patted her with my paw; she growled and Mom told me to stop. I did it again. And again. And again. She just didn't want to play- how is that possible? I promise you guys right now that when I am old and doddery and 10 years old I will not be so boring! After a couple of hours it was time for walks- yay! Mom walked us together. As soon as I sussed out what was going on I was having none of it. Walk time is Mom and me time (mostly me). Mom gave it a go. We didn't take one step and I snapped. Mom figured I'll calm down. I didn't. We didn't walk for two minutes and I turned from the calm, sweet adorable angel you know to a snarling, biting and snapping bitch. That's it- Mom went home and walked us separately. Yay! I tired playing with her again but it went like this (the noise is the TV):

Have you had a lame playdate recently?

Licks and Wags,

PeeS. Ditty's Mommy is all right and she is back home.


  1. Well we are sure glad everything is okay and Ditty went home. Seems there are so many owners that do things that keep their dogs from being the best companions they can be. It is frustrating for sure ! Me and Stanley will always be playful!

    Your Pals,

    Murphy and Stanley

  2. Bless you for caring for her. I hope her owner makes a good recovery, and helps her to lose some weight.

  3. Glad you were able to help. Hey I am 13 going on 14 and I still play and run and jump and climb mountains.

    1. That is exactly the kinda dog I want to be!

  4. We too are so glad you were able to help. Lame playdates all the time Dina as ancient Pip doesn't play with me anymore....big sigh. Have a terrific Tuesday.
    Best wishes Molly