Sasquatch is the nickname we give our beloved little Cavalier King Charles Spaniel dog.. aka Sassy, The Rat, Sas Rat and just plain old Sasha!

She’s gently snoring on her bed at my feet at the moment – most of her day is spent sleeping in bed, or moving to another part of the house where there is a doggie bed. She’s not a young dog, but she’s always loved her sleep.

She had a big morning today, took her to the Vet for her annual jab. The vet suggested we hold off on this while we tackle the problem of her severe itchy skin. Some swabs showed significant bacterial infections, and she probably has some type of allergy.

So for the next couple of weeks we will be trying to reduce the symptoms by bathing her a couple of times a week in a medicated shampoo (which has to stay on for 10 minutes before rinsing), and adding Omega oils to her food.

She has to go back in a few weeks to get a couple of bad teeth extracted and after that we will look at seriously trying to find what she is allergic to! I’m not sure we’ll find a cure, but as long as we can alleviate the itchiness for her I’ll be happy.

Scaley is the little green Scaly Breasted Lorikeet chick Hubby rescued late last year, that I’ve mentioned on here before. Eventually Scaley returned to the wild, but he still comes down for a pat occasionally (as well as a special feed).

Lately we’ve noticed Scaley has a companion! He must have been saying good things about us, since his companion has let me pat her as well! I’m assuming Scaley’s companion is a “she”, since we’ve always assumed Scaley was a “he”. But thats just semantics.

It is difficult for me to tell the birds apart – fortunately Scaley has a yellow tip on his tail, but you have to examine closely!

I don’t know how he does it, but Hubby has names for most of the “regulars” who come to the feeder and has less trouble identifying them. But since he has spent more time studying them than I have, I guess that’s only natural.

They are fine little birds, fascinating to watch.

Sad days here at the moment. Our 11 y/o sheltie Kelsie started having seizures early this morning. Took her to the vet, where they did x-ray and there is a massive growth and build up of fluids in her abdomen.

She’s booked in for exploratory surgery on Friday, it’s a slim chance that (a) the growth will be benign and treatable or (b) she’ll come out of the anaesthetic, due to her age.

Hubby is pretty cut up about it, the vet broke the bad news to him over the phone as he was heading off to work. I picked Kelsie up later and it was pretty much up to me to weigh it all up and make the decision about booking her in for surgery. She’s not in pain at the moment but with the fluid build up it is only a matter of time. I hope I’ve done the right thing.

Hubby is taking the day off work tomorrow so we can give her lots of kisses and cuddles before she has to go back to the vet.

Over the last few days I’ve been feeling yucky and hormonal and found myself yearning to go for a walk. This was unusual for me, normally I just feel guilty for not getting any exercise; I don’t actually get to the point where I want to do it.

Well it took me a couple of days to get around to it, but this evening I put on some comfortable shoes and walked up the road, around the corner and up the hill. I didn’t raise much of a sweat but my leg muscles will be stiff tomorrow I’ll bet.

I was a bit disappointed when I got home that the entire effort had only taken me fifteen minutes. Well, I didn’t really go very far – after all I don’t want to over do it.

After watching a few episodes of “The Biggest Loser” and laughing at them, perhaps subconsciously they rubbed off on me.

Celebrated Easter on Saturday at a barbeque lunch at Mum and Dad’s place. All the nieces and nephews were there! Connor (3) was pulling funny faces. Aiden (1) was showing us how he could walk all by himself now. Alyeisha (6) had pretty twists in her hair. Mikayla (8) told me all about her insect circus. And Liam (10) showed how he is smarter and getting more grown up than ever. I can’t believe he is in Year 6, seems like only yesterday that he was a naughty little toddler!

Watching headache pill advert on TV, voiceover mentions “band of pain”. Hubby suddenly goes “Ahtatatatatatatah.. it hurts!” reminiscent of Monkey from the 1980’s Japanese TV series of the same name.

We’ve been catching up on old episodes of Monkey Magic lately; H brought home the DVD boxed set a few weeks ago.

Monkey suffered from severe headaches everytime his buddhist priest master Tripitaka prayed the headache sutra (courtesy of his gold headband, a device granted by Buddha to keep the irrepressible Great Sage Monkey under control). My husband is a loon!