Pippin is a little terror, currently playing with a screwdriver he’s pinched. Puppies are such a handful. Every puppy we’ve had, I find myself saying ‘never again…!’, when my ankles are being chewed, my shoe keeps appearing in random places, the bin is continously emptied, and the ceramic duck which sits on the heath, is apparantly the fluffball’s arch nemesis.

Last night, one of my new Mollies, which my Dad bought for my fishtank last week, had babies. When they were discovered, there were five, but there were probably much more to begin with. By this morning, they were no more. So, I’m going to get a net breeder, just in case we have more in the near future. At least give them a chance.

Sakura, one of my guinea pigs, had a stroke yesterday, so she’s getting some tlc. She’s the third within the past year to have one, previosly with Penny and Evie, who both came through fine. So fingers crossed for Sakura; The next five days a crucial, though at the moment she’s doing well.

I started rewatching episodes of Inuyasha, finding myself thrown back into the fandom. Speaking of fandoms, I have strong urge to read some bronzeshipping fanfiction.

Jamie, tragically, had to put to sleep on Sunday, the 7th of October, after renal failure. He was just 13, and was full of life, a dog I thought could easily make it to 16 and over, so this came as such a big blow to us all. Even now, over a week later, I cannot believe he’s gone. He was such a massive part of our lives; One of our family, and one that will be forever missed.

Two dogs in our lives suddenly felt so little, and the thought of what would happen to one, if something happened to the other was too much to bear. So, the search for a new member of our family began. After failure going up one route to find a Westie pup, we found a litter who were ready for homes elsewhere. Travelling down to see them, supposedly going to have the biggest of the litter of five (four left). Four gorgeous little pups came bounding up to us, and after spending some time playing on the ground with them, one particular boy, the smallest, yet fluffiest, made himself known to me in many ways, and I absolutely fell in love. There was no way I could have walked from there and left him behind. So, on Saturday the13th, little Pippin Bo came home with us.
He’s made himself at home straight away. Rascal positivly adores him, and loves playing with him. Jack, the gung-ho dickhead, is scared of the tiny, white monster, and bolts off when he goes near, Pip on his heels. Quite humourous to watch!

My 13 year old Westie, Jamie is currently ill in the veterinary hospital. He’s been there for three days, with pancreatitis. He had been really sick before, refusing to eat, vomiting anything he did, and had a very bad reaction to valium he was given, so for the sake of keeping him alive, he was rushed in and placed on a drip. He’s slowly getting better, though the house seems wierd without his big, bear face lurking around. It’s the first time in his life he’s been away from us, let alone three nights. Hope he can come home as soon as he no longer needs a drip.

So I want to ‘punk’ my little car up a bit. I have a red Toyota Starlet, which is very cute and has a lot of spunk when driving. But it’s a bit bare at the moment, and although I have a few window stickers, they just aren’t to my taste anymore. So, I’ve found a whole load I love on eBay (as usual), including a variety of gothic faeries, wolves, and tribal patterns (typical…). Now if I had my way, I’d have them all, except for one tiny problem - I wouldn’t be able to see through the windows, which I heard was vital part of driving. So yes, now to narrow it down

I’m so pleased that I had an approval email through this morning for the Gypsy Vanner/Irish Cob fanlisting. It’s been one of my wishlist tops for ages ^_^ This is the nearest Buddy will get to having his own fanlisting

We have a Mitsubishi Warrior. We also have four horses which need constant care, come rain, shine, Summer and Winter. A 4-wheel drive for us is a necessity, to get through mud and snow to the horses, and to carry a load of hay and other equine belongings. So why, when the car was taken for a trip to the supermarket before going down to the boys, did my Mum come back to find a deliberate, deep scratch all the way across the side, made by a key? The damn car is full of hay, buckets, horse feed, bailer twine and horse rugs. It’s pretty obvious it isn’t a bloody Chelsea Tractor, driven by career mothers simply to pick their brats up from primary school. This is global warming gone mad, and I now have even less respect for it, than I did before.

I’m trying to cut back on the amount of fanlistings I own, just to make them easier to maintain, and to make room for future ones I really want. So, the one that don’t mean much to me anymore, and ones I’m not overly passionate about, I’ve closed. I’ve gone from 64, down to 41 (which still seems a huge amount o_o). My wishlist seems to have expanded to make up for them though…

Yesterday I was wandering around Buddy and Jamie’s field, taking photos of random objects, and some sheep in the next field (’Naughty, naughty, those are minion sheepies…!’; My ultimate favourite quote from Overlord - couldn’t resist.). I sat down on the grassy bank at the edge of the field to watch the boys get excited for their tea, and I noticed a lump in the middle paddock, which I figured was a rabbit. It just sat there for ages, which I thought was unusual, as most would take flight long before. So I slowly made my over, closer and closer. Still no movement, right up until I was about a metre away. Then I understood, the reason and it broke my heart. There this poor creature sat, eyes closed, and eyelids swollen and sore, irritated by flies, no doubt suffering from the horrendous disease, Myxomatosis. I had to go against very urge in my body, to grab this poor thing to just to something to help. But there’s nothing that can be done to help this incurable illness, and it’s highly contagious, so with rabbits at home, most certainly a no no. I walked round to his other side, obviously he couldn’t hear either, and only then when he caught a glimpse of me through his other eye, did he bolt for cover to the hedgerows. After that I walked around the field, very much choked up.

In other news:
I watched Sleepy Hollow yesterday ; Johnny Depp as beautiful as ever
I bought two, little guinea pig ornaments of eBay, to add to my piggy shrine in the garage (with all the real ones). I’ve also got a t-shirt for my Dad, for his birthday in a few days: ‘Body of a God; Shame it’s Buddah’…

My newest digital wishlist. I need a new external hardrive. My current one is approx 150GB, with only 2GB remaining. Knowing me I’ll soon fill that. So off I go to look for a bigger one. I’ve ordered online a 500GB Maxtor, which I will pick up later today after seeing the horses. Then comes the task of transferring everything from my current one. Fun, fun, fun! The very first computer we had, back in ‘95 was a 4GB. I mean, seriously? It seems so pathetic now.

I also need an internal USB hub for my laptop. Two of my three default hubs are buggered, and the third is extremely tempremental.

My third on the wishlist is a digital tablet for artwork. This is more of ’save up for’ dream though. I will get one eventually, but I’m not desperate. I have my eye on a Wacom Intuos3 A5. It looks great for my needs.

I was saving up for a macro lens, and a polariser for my Nikon D70s SLR, but that’s going to have to be put on hold, as I need the external hardrive and usb hub more urgently

Yesterday, it was worming time for my two Shetland ponies, Harvey and Mowgli. The big boys were done a week ago, the same time the shelties were supposed to be done. But that plan went to pot, thanks to Mowgli.
See, Mowgli is a sod of the highest degree. He has… issues. Plus, he’s a stallion at heart. Oh yes, he was gelded, but much too late, so he’s kept his stallion tendencies. He was dumped as a foal, and left to wander around the countryside and a neaby housing estate, chasing mares out for a hack from a nearby stables. Anyway, he’s overcome so much and been tamed up amazingly (well, for Mowgli anyway). But the one thing he cannot abide? Being wormed. You can’t give him it directly into his mouth, else he will mow you down, rear, or kick you. And, Harvey cannot be wormed until he’s done, else it’s pointless. So, begins Operation Worming Mowgli.
Idea number one; mix wormer in his food. Bucket abandonned; Goes to eat Harvey’s instead.
Idea number two; put wormer in jam sandwich. Contents of sandwich deliberately wiped off along ground.
Idea number three; cut hole in carrot, squeeze wormer in, feed to unsuspecting pony. Pony suspects and refuses to eat said carrot.
Idea number four; change wormer completely to different flavoured variety, and repeat previous idea, with jam covered carrots…
Bloody Shetlands…