Spock's tales

I’m quite fine

Oh, boy! I had some ruff weeks!

It all started with some dental issues and a trip to the vet. One week after an abscess popped out. The humans went crazy thinking it may be a tumour, but finally it proved to be something lighter. I had a surgery and then returned home.

Honestly, I thought that having your mouth wide opened under anaesthesia was the worst ever. But apparently is worst to have a muscle and the skin cut open and someone scratching inside all the way to the bone to clean out puss. Especially when the muscle must not close and they stitch it wide open in a weird fashion.

The human female almost faded when she first saw me after the surgery. Imagine that! A pregnant human female fading at the vet. I was not in the mood for laughing at that point, but few days after I had a good laugh remembering this.

I was rushed at home. The human female moved really fast and changed all the puppy pads in my room. She also popped up a fence between in the middle of the big room I was sharing with Data and we got separated.

Apparently I was really looking like just escaped from a horror movie. The humans were shivering only at the sight of my left side. I have some bloody photos, but I’ll keep them for me. Just the toddler seemed not that impressed. But she kept repeating that I have a thing on my face. To be honest, I was too groggy to even care.

The next two days the human female worked from home just to keep a close eye on me. And she used this time wisely for freaking out for various reasons: I was not eating 12 hours after the surgery, I was not eating hay 24 hours after, I was not looking too well, I was not doing that and that… Well, women!, try to get a surgery in your face and have open access from the outside to your mandibular and then we’ll see if you would be in the mood for this and that!

The worst part, except for her watching me that closely, was that she had to insert some rinsing liquids inside my incision. Not fun at all! Not a big pain, but I do not like to be restrained in a towel. So it was always a fight. Luckily it only lasted for 5 days.

Just to give you a report on what to expect when you have surgery anywhere near your mouth, look how long it takes to get back on track. Eating veggies – up to 24-36h after the surgery. Keep giving us Critical Care. Eating pellets – same. Don’t expect huge quantities. We start with little. We are usually in pain and the effort of chewing is exhausting. With the hay is more problematic because usually we are not able to stretch our necks to get to the manger. So just put hay on the floor or in a paper bag and we will try. It takes up to 3 days to restart chewing it. (Neck muscles are connected with those helping in chewing. So it hurts!)

And get ready for some irony from your humans once you are over it. I mean, in my case it was like this… After I started eating normally, the human male kept telling me that for that amount of money he could have shaved me better. The human female kept counting the pellets I was eating and after 5-7 days told me that my appetite it’s bigger than Kirk’s. OMG! How can you say something like that?!

I got back with Data 10 days after the surgery, when my incision was already closed and it was clear I was eating and pooping well, so no need to monitor the number of pellets I had, nor the poops I produced. I still have to recover some weight, but I am on the right track. I still don’t get any cereals because Data may get too fat from them. I still need to grow some hair on the left side of my face, but it’s already better. And I still have some doses of antibiotics to take.

Almost three weeks after, I’m fine. Shaved in a weird manner, but fine. 😀

But we still need to wait and see how it will work with no antibiotic pumped daily into my body.

And some photos…

Few days after the surgery when I was already looking less horror.

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In my paper bag (I used to rustle it a lot during the night so the human male could not sleep. 😀

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Reunite with Data

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And the proof that I am eating hay

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See you!

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Kirk's tales, Uncategorized

It smells like hay spirit!

kirk_profile_2Due to repeated issues with home deliveries via DHL, the HF decided to have the new order delivered at her office. I think she somehow underestimated the dimensions of the parcel and had the idea that it will be easy to transport home.

Well, surprise, surprise! The parcel was delivered yesterday and it was huge. I mean really really huge. 10 kilos of hay, two bags of a special dry food to help Worf poop better and 4 packs of puppy pads can’t fit in a small box. You should have seen the face of the HF! She had to find a solution to store those things away from the eyes of her colleagues and guests from work. How could one justify the presence of so much hay in a lobby consultancy?!

She managed somehow to fit everything under her desk and already brought home one pack of 5 kilos of hay, but the other one is still under her desk. And it smells. OK, it is not a bad smell. But it smells like hay in a place where there should be no hay. Hopefully no one will realise from where this comes from before the second pack of hay leaves the office this evening.

The funny part was that she had to drag that pack of hay in a caddy and pass by the crèche to pick the little rascal too. Imagine how the other parents were looking at all that hay! I think some even asked themselves if the toddler was actually eating hay.

And this is how the hay looks like under her desk. Sorry for the poor quality.

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So this is what I call dedication and a well-trained human servant!

Wof's tales

Update on us

worf_profile_2Well, it’s been a while…

I have no idea what we are doing and why this blog is not updated more often. I must complain to Data, who is the social media responsible for our team.

I also have no idea about what I should write. So I will just note down everything that crosses my mind.

In Belgium is raining and although the grass is green in our garden, we can’t really go out and enjoy it. I must ask the humans to bring some grass inside for us.

Due to the whole hustle with DHL, the HF refuses to place more than one order by month and she had to renew our hay supply from the pet shop. Lucky us! Because she got the really nice dry herbs.

The little human rascal got the idea with the daily cleaning of our rooms and she grabs a bag, the dust pan and the broom and tries to do it. I hope that in few years she will be an expert on refreshing our penthouse without disturbing us.

The HF had this weird idea that we were stinky and insisted on washing our tunnels. Thanks all gods she didn’t try to bath us. Was rude enough that she called us stinky!

Of course we’ve got paper bags to keep us busy and it was super fun. Especially to roam around, make noise and keep the HM awake.

And now the humans are talking about leaving for 10 days and we will be left home with a sitter. I hope we can convince her to give us more pellets.

Oh, about the pellets… The HF bought some weird ones that were supposed to help my poop get better (she has the impression my poop is too soft). But they taste funny. At least this is what Kirk and I think. The white boys like them. The bag is empty now, so thankfully we returned to our usual ones.

Well, this is it. I’ll end with a photo of us eating colours.

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Uncategorized, Wof's tales

Late Happy Birthdays

worf_profile_2On the 15th of January Kirk turned 3. Yesterday it was Spock’s turn to… turn 3. (Sorry, we are not very good at wording today.)

Due to the sleepless nights in our house, having a party was out of question. But they still received treats and gifts. After all, you turn 3 only once. So for Kirk there were plenty of pellets and for Spock carrots’ and parsley’ greens. Of course Data and I were invited to the feast.

Moreover, the hm, pushed hard by the hf, managed to solve an old issue we had with the hay trays. The hay was always falling behind our pen and on the floor and it was very messy all the time. Not counting the sadness of losing that hay… So he drilled holes and zipped the trays to the fence. Perfect! Now almost all the hay gets in our tummies. Or on the pen’s floor to sleep on it.

Sadly nothing interesting happens. Eat, poop, sleep, repeat is the usual. And since the hm sleeps on the couch is somehow difficult to take over the laptop during the night. Oh! And he snores, so we actually must sleep during the day.

We must have a chat with the little brat to convince her to sleep better during the night so that the hm could return into the master bedroom. We really miss our privacy and freedom…

Sorry, but now I must go and have some sleep. And eat and poop…

Kirk's tales

That day of the year

kirk_profile_2Our humans are super busy with the little human rascal. On top of this, the hf changed jobs (to have more time for the little rascal!). So, counting also Spock’s illness, the past weeks were somehow a mess. Moreover, the hf changed her laptop and bought one with a French keyboard that utterly annoys us. But I should stop ranting and get to the point…

Data’s birthday was mid October but we had no time to celebrate because Spock was in the hospital. Worf’s birthday was few days ago but it was a work day so the humans couldn’t serve us well. So we’ve celebrated today.

Data got the traditional Hard Rock Cafe bag, this one from Rome.

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First thing he and Spock did was, of course, to break another exit. Then they chewed it. I was lucky enough to get the photo before all of this.

Worf and I got some other bags, one for each. And… Ta da da dam! A looooot of pellets! A loooot! Can you see it in the food bowl? Of couse noy! We’ve ate them alllllll!

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This is why I love Worf’s birthday: I get to eat loads of pellets although usually the humans are very attentive not to give me the opportunity to get fatter.

Now, to be honest, it was a nice day, but I am sure all the gifts were there to bribe us for the Christmas photo session… But that’s another story.

 

Data's tales

Proper preparation

data_profile_2Oh no! As much as we plan it seems we don’t get to write as often as we would like. But lets give it another try…

The humans get the supplies for us from different sources. The main one is the supermarket, of course, from where the fresh vegetables come. Lately we need to share them with the bh, but she eats less than one of us so it’s fine.

Usually the hf comes home with a huge bag of veggies that is enough for few days. On Fridays is the hm’s turn to do the groceries and he buys also beer along with our food. Still for us they get fresh water.

They even thought of taking us to the store and dropping us in the celery box while they are shopping. I think they are crazy to believe no other human would notice us and take us home (we are that cute!).

The dry food comes from an online shop. And some of the pads used in our rooms. Last week we had a situation when we’ve noticed our dry food was almost finished and nobody placed a new order. We were already planning the revenge when the food was delivered. The humans were lucky!

But I wanted to tell about the hay, not about what distracted me… And food is always a distraction!

So right before going back to work the hf decided we need to stock food in case her life would turn that chaotic that she wouldn’t be able to follow up with our needs. The veggies are just around the corner, but the hay from that source is not awesome. And we deserve the best!

The hf went wild and bought an entire bale just for us. Of course it was ordered online and the delivery guy was somehow shocked to drop that to our door. We’ve managed to consume almost a half of it in one month and a good part got on the floor but we are good for another month or so.

Now this is what I mean when I say “proper preparation”! I just hope they will do the same for my birthday which is in 2 weeks.

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Spock's tales

Human, give me back my hay!

spock_profile_2I am mad! Or crazy! Or whatever… And it’s just because this hf drives me crazy. But let me tell you why.

So, we love the hay. To eat or to play in it, we need to have hay. We get it twice per day and usually half of the ratio is eaten and half is used for other purposes. No, we don’t smoke it! Or at least we don’t admit doing it. What else can you do with the hay except chewing it?! Well, Data and me particularly like to pull it down and sleep on top of it.

But the hf thinks it gets filthy and insists in removing the pad every evening and cleaning the hay pile. I have no clue where she gets this idea that the pile of hay gets stinky! It is true that we pee and poop on top of it, but this is no valid argument for the accusation. Moreover, I thought that if she would be busy with the baby, she would forget about this and we would get to keep our “dirty hay”.

Why am I mad about this?! Because every evening, when I would prefer going to sleep on top of my hay pile, I must spend precious time pulling the hay down. OK, Data does help me, but still I consume calories. And i don’t like being accused of filthiness.

But I’ll prove you with photos! First the pile right before she removes it.

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Next, one of us on top of the hay. Do we look stinky?!

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Just because I’m convinced I’m right, I’ve asked Data to put together a video. Maybe the hf will watch it and learn something!

I think I’ll send her to see a shrink!