Monday, 28 February 2022

A 'Puddle' Like No Other

As I looked towards the spot where Sally, our 8 year old retriever had just released her bladder's 'puddle', Mr. Wiggles and Mall Cop, the males in the group, had arrived to 'wrap it up'. They marked her spot covering the scent of what she had just deposited to keep 'others' at bay. Then little Ella arrived to add to the discussion and 'punctuate' the spot. Seeing was believing!

Unusual animal behaviour had occurred. The act of bodily elimination is a multi daily occurrence in the animal kingdom. With a male dog, it was common to see him protect his female companion by covering her scent with his to keep 'others' at bay. What made today's event so unique was Ella's interpretation of her older brothers' protective behaviour. He was always doing it, moving from tree, to grass then back again, to protect his domain. Mr. Wiggles had followed suit. He was a male after all. Occasionally, a 'collision' between Mr. Wiggles and Mall Cop's head was on course. But both males managed to go their separate ways without any 'mishap'. Soon the unexpected happened. Ella began to play follow the leader, lifting her hind leg, in accordance with male house rules, masking the scent of her male counterparts. It was odd behaviour. ... A female was behaving like a male!

Ella, the female mini schnauzer had learned to behave like a male and did what males do when other females are around, marking territory, covering the scent of the female. Who's scent was she covering? Ella's actions were a remarkable feat of learning. I had never witnessed such misdirected allegiance to behaviour not ingrained in the female. Our little Ella, at 17 pounds and four years of age, was now acting like a 'interim' male, thanks to the teachings of her brother, Mall Cop, alias the professor. I recounted the event to her parents. They had seen it, too. In nearly 50 years of 'owning' male and female pairs of retrievers, I had never seen such behaviour. Ella was learning more than she needed to. I was in awe of her plastic burgeoning brain.

The adult female mini schnauzer had learned a behaviour unbeknownst to all of us. In her doggie mind,  Ella had acquired a male behavioural trait. She had been watching her older brother for years. Her 'mom' told stories of Ella performing this 'masking' act, often, with her brother, during walks in the neighbourhood where other dogs lurked. I'd noticed this behaviour only while dog sitting my two and Ella and Mall Cop.

Ella was an interesting subject, always encouraging her brother, Mall Cop, the professor, to move or else. (I think he worried about what the 'or else' would mean. So he invariably moved to the absurd). I watched in wonder at these two. But then I watch in wonder at all of them including Tiggy, our miracle cat. I was observing and learning much from our four-legged wonders.

Dogs give us so much while telling us their story. I've watched and learned. In over 40 years of pet ownership, I now know that an inert male canine trait can be taught, unknowingly, to a close female canine sibling. Learning can occur in the absence of pen, paper, conversation or textbook. Let that be a lesson to us. Ella was now a most unique canine subject.














Tumbling Down Again!

I scrambled to find those two chocolate chips cookies before he did! As I tumbled down the two stairs into the next room, I realized I needed to find them. (Had I invented a new sport?) With our 'wiggler' in the next room we did not need another crisis on our hands. Dark chocolate is harmful and can kill a dog. Delicious to man but not to beast.

I'd fallen hard. Should I worry? I am an old lady but found those cookies, thankfully. I am 8 years older since that last time I fell. In that earlier event, there had been no warning. I had been knocked down by our one-year-old happy boy, our wiggler while he happily trotted with his three other furry family members. I went flying, slipping over ice, hidden beneath a light dusting of snow. What a way to start the day. Those four looked down at me wondering why I was there. Was I playing with them? Three days of babysitting followed. The diagnosis: broken capillaries in a swollen foot.

Had something broken this time or had the tiny blood vessels simply torn en masse, to heal slowly over time. (Breaking bones can be calamitous.) I called our health consultant son to verify the leg protocols for my fall again. Cold pack for 15 minutes then warm, to follow for days. It continued for over 2 weeks. 

It has been nearly 3 weeks since the disaster. Standing and walking is easier than sitting around with my leg reclined. I stretch, bend and move to get the fluids flowing and the muscles, joints moving. Pity is such a nuisance.

Purple is my colour for the time being. More than I expected. Things could be worse. At my advanced age of 'decomp' I simply laugh, comforted by the knowledge that I found those chocolate cookies before he did.

I prefer wearing a dress or nightgown, now, making my heat/cold applications easier to apply. Wearing pants makes things more uncomfortable. I continue with my dogs' daily routine. I fell not them. They cannot do anything for themselves so onwards I go. No joints were harmed just the loose tissue called fat that reside in the thigh of an old woman- that's me! Nothing really hurts just the lump that lingers there.

I continue with hot/cold. Soon I will see our new doctor. The pandemic is loosening its grip. He will begin seeing patients now. I'm glad. Last year when I chopped off the tip of a small finger, I stayed put and stayed home. There was a lockdown and I was afraid to go the hospital, thinking  things could get worse for me. Stopping the flow of blood was uppermost in my mind. Though I found the top to that finger, I reasoned it was too small for re-attachment.Two hours later the red river stopped, comforting our wiggler who watched me throughout this latest ordeal. Had he been at fault? He is always present when one occurs. Probably just coincidence.

I'm not in pain just discomfort. No painkillers required. They mask the injury not heal it, I knew. As time passes I drink warm liquids with freshly made orange juice. Raw honey is added to augment my healing. I eat fresh pineapple whenever I can. Its bromelain enzyme helps to reduce swelling and address pain as do cherries. Fresh fruit and salads help as well. Falls are not to be taken lightly. Neither should chocolate chip cookies.