When a pet is ill

Cocoa is nine years old. He is our second beagle. He was actually bought because my husband thought our first beagle Sheba needed a pet. Cocoa enjoyed seven years with Sheba, who at first was not too pleased he was there.

Tolerating the presence of Cocoa
Teaching Cocoa tricks
Sharing her bed with Cocoa
Sheba and Cocoa Sheba teaching Cocoa tricks Sheba and Cocoa sharing a bed

Soon after the loss of Sheba, Cocoa had his first stroke. The right side of his face drooped, he could no longer blink in his one eye, and every time he drank some water, it would fall out of his mouth. A bib was needed for the constant drool. After a few weeks though, his face seem to prop back up, and the drool stopped. A few years went by, and we noticed that Cocoa had developed a limp so off to the vet. After x-rays were taken, we found out that two chips of bone had broken off in both hips and new bone was now developing, making his hip joints quite stiff. The only thing we could do was give him medication for his pain. The medication seems to be helping Cocoa but a walk around the block is too much for him, thus off to the dog park, which is easier and of course more fun, there is water and mud!

About a week ago, it was necessary for me to go out-of-town, and on the one night, that my husband had to work, Cocoa was left alone a little too long for his liking. So when my husband arrived home in the morning, Cocoa followed him around for a good hour, not the least bit interested in eating. Then my husband noticed his face. Cocoa had had another stroke. The bib is back on to catch the drool and phone calls were made to our two children away at university. The phone calls did not go well. As you can imagine there were a lot of tears, on both ends of the call. I tried to explain to our kids that Cocoa had another stroke, his drooling was back, the right side of his face had dropped again, and his front legs didn’t seem to be working as well either. Jumping on the couch is near impossible, so I move the stool over for him. How much time Cocoa has left, we are unsure, but we will enjoy him.

Cocoa enjoying a swim
What do I do with this?
Cocoa enjoying a swim What do I do with this bone?

How do you tell your children, your pet is very ill?

Small town friendliness and politeness

sunset from the train #67 Montreal to TorontoI am just going to say it outright “I love small towns”. Why? Well, for the simple reason people are friendly and polite. Having just returned from visiting middle child and the teenage boy who attend university in Lennoxville, Quebec, I found people said “good morning and how are you”. If you are about to cross the street where there is no crosswalk or stoplight, cars and trucks stop immediately. When I left my motel yesterday, I asked the owner if he could call me a cab. After asking where I was going, he went on to say, he was just about to run some errands in town, so he would drive me to the bus station.

I live in Hamilton, Ontario an absolutely beautiful city, “the City of Waterfalls“, but on friendliness and politeness we still need some work. My husband walks to and from work, up and down the Jolley Cut. He is always full of smiles and good mornings but he finds most people have their heads to the ground, or their ear buds in, ignoring the world around them. When he does say good morning, people are surprised. Now not all of them are surprised, there are the regulars who are friendly. In regards to crossing the street, I wouldn’t try it, unless you are at a crosswalk or stoplight, because chances are slim cars and trucks will stop for you.

When I returned from Quebec yesterday, one of my stops was in Toronto, Ontario where I had to catch a connecting bus to Hamilton. I probably picked the wrong day to return home, because there was a hockey game and a baseball game last night, thus Union Station was a complete and utter madhouse plus the streets around the station are under construction. Trying to find the correct signage or someone to assist me in the correct direction was near impossible. At first I thought I was going the right way, as two friendly drunks people decided they would help me by carrying my luggage down a flight of stairs, only I wasn’t suppose to go that way. I managed to take back my suitcase from them, and then realized I had to walk up another flight of stairs. With all the people around, you would think, that maybe someone would offer to help the pretty lady up the stairs but no, so there I was with a ridiculous heavy knapsack on my back, purse around my neck, cane in my right hand and suitcase in my left. One stair at a time, with the help of my foot, I kicked my suitcase up the stairs, far too many stairs. I finally made it outside, where the streets are wooden planks instead of concrete, thus pulling my suitcase was even harder. As I tried to lift the suitcase off the curb, two not so friendly people started laughing and making fun of me. Enough said, I don’t like Toronto.

I made my connecting bus, arrived safely in Hamilton, where my best friend, who had driven in from Ancaster, took me up the mountain and home. This was exceptionally grand of her, especially since it was after 11 o’clock at night and she had to work the next day (hubby was on night-shift, else he would have been there). Upon entering my house I was greeting by a yapping beagle who sounded more like a yelping seal than a dog and a bouquet of lovely flowers from my husband. The day had ended well.

Cocoa with a slice of toast

My bouquet of flowers
Cocoa our beagle Flowers from my husband

Middle child’s dog Bear and the bug

Dogs can be hilarious sometimes, particularly when they are toddlers and still learning about the world. In this video, there is middle child’s dog Bear and a bug, he appears to not know what to do with it? Play with it or try to eat it? What has your dog done that makes you laugh?