He's Back to His Old Self!

After the drama of Ronnie's jaw ache, you'll all be relieved to know he's back to his old self once again. We never did get to the bottom of why he was down in the dumps with a sore mouth, but I have a theory.

These past few weeks, Ronnie has been going crazy over a gecko he saw in the garden around some pots. Well, every time we opened the back door, he was out there like a shot and rummaging around the pots to try and prise the lizard out. We thought it was funny watching him keep his vigil by the pots and never thought for one second he might actually catch the gecko.

Well, we might have been wrong about that. My theory, although there is no proof, is that Ronnie DID flush the gecko out of its hiding place and as he would have naturally tried to bite it, my guess is the gecko bit back and gave Ronnie such a shock that he wouldn't open his mouth for a few days afterwards.

Well, there was no evidence of damage in his mouth and his teeth are all still where they should be and there was no swelling or anythig else untoward. So my theory might just have a smidgen of truth in it!

Anyway, that's all in the past now and he's his old, playful self again.

Until the next time (or the next gecko!)
Terry

Ronnie Has Jaw Ache!

Well, it's not really that funny. Poor Ronnie hasn't been his usual self today, in fact he wasn't interested in his food. Nothing too unusual in that - he often has a fussy moment and looks at his full bowl, then looks up at me as if to say, "...and this is?"

So we didn't realise anything was wrong until he tried to pick up one of his toys and yelped. We went through the routine checking of paws and other bits and pieces for lodged burrs, thorns or other strange fur-passengers, but came up with nothing. It was a while before we realised his problem was with his mouth. That was when he got a small sausage as a treat but wouldn't eat it.

Well, not entirely true, he managed to suck it down his throat... there's no stopping an ingenious dog when they're hungry!

Well, I tried to get him to open his mouth so I could see if there was anything stuck between his teeth or maybe he had a cut inside his mouth, but he wouldn't open wide. He wouldn't open at all, in fact. So we are left wondering.

He doesn't seem to be in any pain (except when he tries to open his mouth wide) and there is no blood. The general concensus is he's probably got a piece of chewstick stuck in his teeth. Or maybe he's got toothache (which will mean a trip to the vet tomorrow if it doesn't improve).

Or maybe its just plain old jaw ache from too much playing with toys and barking at the dog next door!!!

Come back again soon for more "Ronnie the Strange Dog Adventures"
Terry

The Squeaky Toy - R.I.P.

There are good days and there are bad days and there are mediocre days. Today would have been a mediocre day except for one enormous highlight that outshines just about everything else.

That infernal squeaky toy or Ronnie's finally bit the dust! Or to put it more accurately, it was murdered. Done away with in cold blood. Executed. Put to death.

Killed.

Savaged to death by an unmerciful, relentless, determined and thoroughly ruthless little dog. Oh yes, Ronnie has killed the squeaky toy!!!

He's been going at it for ages, squeaking the thing all over the place whenever he managed to get hold of it. But today, the detestable item ceased to squeak. It did a Monty Python Parrot sketch! It is no more.

The squeaky toy is terminated. Deceased. Expired.

It has kicked the bucket. Popped it's cloggs. Snuffed it. Bit the dust. Gone west. Dropped dead. Has ceased to be. Become extinct. Relinquished its grip on life. Given up the ghost. Passed away. Passed on. Gasped its final breath.

The late squeaky toy is now squeakless!

Ronnie had managed to pick open the stitching and got inside at the soft filling, ripped it all out and found the plastic squeaker inside which he extraced with expert dexterity (if a dog can be described as being dexterous!). He then set about chewing the blasted thing into dozens of tiny pieces before scattering the toy's filling all over the sofa. And I watched him do it. Didn't have the heart to stop him - he was enjoying himself far too much and it would have been so unfair of me to have intervened! So the little rascal had a great time destroying the very toy he so loved to play with. How sweetly ironic!

I had to keep a straight face as I scolded him oh so seriously for making such a mess, while secretly patting him of the head and slipping him the fiver for doing the dastardly deed!

Peace at last!!!

The best stories always have a happy ending. Even though this ending is a happy one for me, poor Ronnie would now be toy-less except for one small thing. I kindly gathered up all the shredded innards of the toy and stuffed them back inside. The toy is now awaiting a quick few stitches to repair it and Ronnie will never know the difference (apart from the lack of noise).

So a happy ending for all!

Come back again soon for more Ronnie capers...

Ronnie's Got a Funny Tummy!

Oh dear! Poor Ronnie's gone down with a dose of the yorkie belly gurgles.

He's been mooching around all day making strange glooping sounds and not very happy with himself. It started yesterday and I suspect it might have something to do with his eating all that broccoli the evening before.

Ronnie likes raw broccoli stalks.

He always hangs around in the kitchen while I'm preparing the evening meal and I usually throw him a stalk which he crunches up with great gusto. Then he waits for the next bit. Daisy, our other yorkie hangs around for it too, but she doen't eat so much before getting bored and going to beg at the door to the utility room where we stash the infinitely more interesting doggy snacks. Interesting to her, anyway.

Ronnie is a different story. Well, he is strange! He'd rather eat broccoli stalks than those nice doggy snacks. But he was a little too enthusiastic and ate Daisy's broccoli stalks that she left lying around the floor - more than was probably good for him. Hence his gurgly tum!

He's a bit better now, though. He just ate his food and no doubt will be back to the usual mad half hour running around the house like a lunatic that was sorely missed last night!

It's only a short story today as it's getting late already and will soon be time to go to bed. That's if Ronnie hasn't left us a little present to clean up somewhere...

Come back again soon!

The Squeaky Toy

Ronnie has got this great furry squeaky toy that he loves to play with. That's when I let him. Which isn't often, as it drives me insane!

It's usually hidden somewhere (I find some ingenious places) but Janice finds it and gives it to Ronnie when I'm out of the room. Then the craziness begins.

Ronnie is delighted to the nth degree with finding his long lost toy (which in doggy time is probably a month of Sundays) and runs with it onto the sofa and sets about making it squeak as fast and furiously as he can.

Squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...

RONNIE!

Squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...

RONNIE!!!!

Squeak-a, squeak-a, squea-eak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...

I come stomping into the room hoping the sound of thudding feet will stop him

Squeak-a, squeak-a, squea-ea-eak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squea-ea-eak-a, squeak-a...

Then I make a lunge for the toy. Ronnie is about ten times quicker than me and he's off the sofa charging over to the other side of the room, fluffy thing clamped in his jaws...

Squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a

I chase him and he turns hard left and is off down the stairs.

Silence.

He's probably hiding under one of the beds, so I don't bother chasing him. So normality returns and I can sit down in front of the TV with my cup of tea and relax...

Squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a... squeak-a, squeak-a, squeak-a...