Paws for a Puppy: The operation

Friday 5 July 2013

The operation

The Operation

Barnaby says: " I am not sure what happened yesterday. One moment I was walking into the doggie doctor's office the next I was surrounded by people in white coats - then I fell to sleep.

Helen was there for me when I woke up, I remember that, she was all kind of clingy and comforting, though I wasn't sure why she was comforting me, though admit feeling all sort of cold "down below".

Then there was the panic the next morning

The lampshade!

. Helen discovered that during the night I had licked places I should not have licked, and as a consequence removed things that should not have been removed. The vet had to tie things up again!

Then came the helmet, well not a helmet exactly, more of a lampshade, tied round my neck with pink ribbon - YES PINK..! Not only do I now look a really wally, I have great trouble finding a comfortable way of putting my head into my food and water bowl. Getting through doors is almost impossible, and as for going upstairs, well I have to get Helen to help me with that.

No idea what is going on, though apparently it will go on for a further nine days! Help..................!

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Barnaby Peacocke

Meet Barnaby Peacocke the purebred Border collie with merle eyes who was born in the Cotswolds September 29 2012.

He lives with Helen and two pesky cats Harvey the ginger mog and Buster the Burmese who is convinced he comes from royal stock and is therefore rather up himself. Helen? Oh she is just Helen. Nothing special about her except that she is particularly fond of Border collies, and is considered a pretty good cook.

Barnaby was selected to live with them when Helen’s beloved Border collie Pythius-Peacocke died November 12 2012. His death broke her heart. He left some pretty big pawmarks to fill which is where Barnaby comes in. He has been called on to fill her life with puppy antics and become her constant companion. His main job is to ensure she’s as happy with him as she was with Pythius. Will he manage to do that? No one knows – only time will tell.

Pythius Peacocke

Pythius the Border collie wants to say a few words

I lived with Helen for more than 12 years, during which time we walked the Cotswolds and most of Oxfordshire in order to obtain information for the four Paws books we wrote together: Paws Under the Table, Paws for History, Paws Along the Way and Paws in the Cotswolds (Wychwood Press - £9.99). They were good times. Together we clambered up many a high hill, scrambled through the undergrowth of dense woodland danced through streams and ran free across meadows and fields.

Before I finally took my bow as the arthritis in my legs become too painful to bear, I first looked round for a little chap who could take my place. It was the least I could do before leaving Helen.

I discovered Barnaby in a farm house at Old Sodbury. Given our many walks in the Cotswolds it seemed logical to organise a puppy for her who was born in the countryside we loved so much.

He is a dear little chap, though I fear he is going to lead Helen and her friends a merry dance, such is his energy, especially when he wants to turn right when they have decided to turn left. BUT, yes there is a BUT, this little chap is very, very fond of his food (something that never really bothered me) and Helen is a food writer and a smashing cook – so I reckon they will get on. Within a few days of Barnaby moving into Rose Cottage, Helen was cooking up rabbit stews and shepherd’s pies for his food bowl and he was woofing them down as if he had never been fed before.

I watch from on high, but with interest.