Three weeks left for Tazz

Tazz dog is a lovely placid, elderly boy that was diagnosed with cancer back in June this year. The decision was made to operate on his abdomen to remove the growth, alas once he was opened up it was clear that to remove the growth would be too risky and dangerous for him. They closed him back up and his owner Sheila, took him home for, what the vet said would be no more than three weeks.

Determined not to give up lightly on this member of the family Sheila took him to see our homeopathic vet Richard Allport.

Tazz went home with remedies and a suggestion to see Helen the Healer.

A week later I was at Tazzs’ door. Despite his weakness he still managed to bark at this stranger in his home. After chatting with Sheila I sat on the floor with Tazz and gently placed my hand on his head, he shuffled about a bit then gave in to the calm healing, spreading himself out on the floor but keeping an eye on Sheila for re-assurance.

He took lots of energy that day, especially around his lower abdomen and around his shaved wound. I left him sleeping soundly…..

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Spirit's new lucky friend

Spirits progress on his feet was slow but in the right direction, once his poorly feet found soft grass or straw his walk quickened. Despite the hard concrete of the yard Spirit often chose to stay around, either basking in the sun or just watching Jessica go about her work.

A few weeks ago a very lucky duckling was hatched in the shed between Spirit’s house and the feed shed: There were several eggs under an incubator but after a week or so of nurturing them, it was decided none of them had survived and the incubator was turned off. The unusually warm weather for England kept a constant enough heat to give everyone a pleasant surprise as a very lucky duckling tapped his way out of one of the eggs. Lucky Ducky, as he has now been named, squeaked away in his new home next to Spirit for a week or so when Jessica thought Lucky should have some sunlight on his back.

Placing him carefully in a cardboard box she put the box on the concrete floor of the yard in the sun and under her watchful eye as she went about her chores.

Jessica could see that Spirit was interested in what had been making all the noise next to him for so long; she watched in amazement as Spirit approached the cardboard box, peering inside with a gentle sniff, his eyes were soft and inquisitive, his ears forward, consumed with this little squeaky droplet of fluff inside the box.

In disbelief and with no fear for lucky, Jessica witnessed Spirit gently grasp the edge of Lucky's box in his teeth and with a concentrated eye on the ball of fluff inside, he started to pull the box as he walked backwards around the yard. Not once did he topple Lucky off his feet or frighten the little might, you could almost hear Spirit introducing Lucky to his new environment as he went: ‘This is where I live….. and this is Blackys box, he is very big but don’t worry he won’t hurt you, and this is the feed shed where mum keeps all the best bits’. 

Once Spirit had done his round with Lucky happily in tow he dropped the box back off and tip-toed back to bask in the sunshine.

Tick-Tock Charlie clock!

The following morning I showed my husband the amazing effect the ticking clock had on Charlie, he too was astounded.

I needed to think of a way to keep Charlie near a loud rhythmic sound at all times…………….. If Charlie would not stay at the mountain, the mountain would have to go to Charlie (or words to that effect) I made a trip to our local Argos store where I found a very helpful assistant on the jewellery counter.  ‘ I would like to listen to a couple of your cheapest, small watches please, ones on a strap’ I said to her.  

 She seemed a little bemused by this but was very obliging as she observed me put each of the watches to my ear in turn. 

I narrowed it down to two, one was louder than the other but its pitch was higher, maybe not as easily heard. I eventually put the assistant out of her misery by telling her the story of the cat and the ticking clock, Charlie may be a large cat but I still felt the Mr. Bean clock would be a little too big to carry around with him. She was fascinated and joined in with the hearing tests, we were then joined by two more inquisitive staff all of whom now new the story and were making a vote on which watch would be best… it was unanimous, the £5.50 lower pitched tick won the day; 

SOLD to the crazy lady with a strange cat!

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