Ravenwood
Well-Known Member
We have had a bit of an eventful week this week.
Starting with Rosie (new BC puppy). Every morning before work I take the dogs to see the horses in the field and then on for a quick run on the moor (only about 20/30 mins as Rosie is still too young to do any more than that). As you can imagine at that time in the morning, I never see a soul and just let the dogs run around and do their own thing - they always stay pretty close anyway.
As we were walking back, another chap who lives near by came up the hill with his three dogs (2 labs and a spaniel), they are gundogs too so very well socialised and I didn't worry in the slightest - big mistake
His two black labs chased Rosie like a pack of hounds onto a fox and the poor little mite high tailed it. I ran after her, he was trying to call his dogs back and Rosie had the foresight to duck under the gate and stopped. His dogs backed off and Rosie came out from under the gate and they went for her again
I was shouting at his dogs to get back as I tried to get through the gate myself - poor little Rosie she was quite upset about it and stayed with me walking home whereas usually she runs around with Flyn
Toby: Poor Toby has been really suffering with his joints this week and when I take him out he generally just plods along with me now rather than run around and unfortunately he has got too fat which makes his joints worse - its an awful viscious circle
I don't know how he has got so fat - he gets very little food - typical lab!
The only time Toby gets really excited (other than shooting) is when I take him riding with me, so yesterday evening after work I tacked up my mare and took him and Flyn up onto the moor. The plan was to do just a very short ride that he could cope with but make him do a bit more exercise.
So we set off and I hardly bother to notice the dogs when I am riding as they are always "just there", Flyn is running around and following smells but always keeps one eye on me just in case I change direction or canter off! Toby just follows - bless him.
So, I ride on down for ten minutes or so and then circle round to go back and have a short canter up the hill - I do this often and just wait for Toby at the top. But Toby wasn't there.
I waited and waited, called and called but no Toby - I just can't tell you how worried I was, imagining all sorts of awful things and almost too scared to go back and look for him.
The lady I was riding with (she had three of her dogs with us too) rode back to the yard as we wondered if perhaps he had turned back of his own accord although I knew he hadn't as he never has before. And I cantered back to where we turned around still shouting and calling.
Eventually Toby appeared looking lost and bewildered. I think he had carried on when we had turned around and lost us
.
Now I am really worrying about all his faculties - his eyesight and hearing and other little things are niggling me like when the kids throw him a stick. Don't forget he is a trained gundog - who has been taught to mark an object, fetch on command and retrieve but now when they throw him something he just jumps around in any old direction and just doesn't seem to see it.
Oh I don't know - he is only 6 but you would think he was 14
I am so worried about him. I am going to take him back to vets tomorrow and start another course of Cartrophen for his joints and see what they think.
Christ Alive - if you have read all that you must be as bored as me on a Friday night!!
Here - have a glass of red. This has just made me feel better just writing it down!
I shan't go into my other worry about Rosie not eating enough and looking a bit skinny - as I suspect you are all asleep by now!

Starting with Rosie (new BC puppy). Every morning before work I take the dogs to see the horses in the field and then on for a quick run on the moor (only about 20/30 mins as Rosie is still too young to do any more than that). As you can imagine at that time in the morning, I never see a soul and just let the dogs run around and do their own thing - they always stay pretty close anyway.
As we were walking back, another chap who lives near by came up the hill with his three dogs (2 labs and a spaniel), they are gundogs too so very well socialised and I didn't worry in the slightest - big mistake
His two black labs chased Rosie like a pack of hounds onto a fox and the poor little mite high tailed it. I ran after her, he was trying to call his dogs back and Rosie had the foresight to duck under the gate and stopped. His dogs backed off and Rosie came out from under the gate and they went for her again
I was shouting at his dogs to get back as I tried to get through the gate myself - poor little Rosie she was quite upset about it and stayed with me walking home whereas usually she runs around with Flyn
Toby: Poor Toby has been really suffering with his joints this week and when I take him out he generally just plods along with me now rather than run around and unfortunately he has got too fat which makes his joints worse - its an awful viscious circle
The only time Toby gets really excited (other than shooting) is when I take him riding with me, so yesterday evening after work I tacked up my mare and took him and Flyn up onto the moor. The plan was to do just a very short ride that he could cope with but make him do a bit more exercise.
So we set off and I hardly bother to notice the dogs when I am riding as they are always "just there", Flyn is running around and following smells but always keeps one eye on me just in case I change direction or canter off! Toby just follows - bless him.
So, I ride on down for ten minutes or so and then circle round to go back and have a short canter up the hill - I do this often and just wait for Toby at the top. But Toby wasn't there.
I waited and waited, called and called but no Toby - I just can't tell you how worried I was, imagining all sorts of awful things and almost too scared to go back and look for him.
The lady I was riding with (she had three of her dogs with us too) rode back to the yard as we wondered if perhaps he had turned back of his own accord although I knew he hadn't as he never has before. And I cantered back to where we turned around still shouting and calling.
Eventually Toby appeared looking lost and bewildered. I think he had carried on when we had turned around and lost us
Now I am really worrying about all his faculties - his eyesight and hearing and other little things are niggling me like when the kids throw him a stick. Don't forget he is a trained gundog - who has been taught to mark an object, fetch on command and retrieve but now when they throw him something he just jumps around in any old direction and just doesn't seem to see it.
Oh I don't know - he is only 6 but you would think he was 14
Christ Alive - if you have read all that you must be as bored as me on a Friday night!!
I shan't go into my other worry about Rosie not eating enough and looking a bit skinny - as I suspect you are all asleep by now!