
Well, did anyone think our house move would go smoothly? I doubt anyone that knows us will be surprised to know it didn't! After having had to delay things due to me being ill, we planned to move out on Saturday the 31st of March -and very optimistically planned to go to a breed Open show the day after. Needless to say, things did not quite turn out like this!
Not only did we seem to have about five times more belongings than we had counted on (we have very little furniture, but let's just say that my books alone took up no less than 22 removal boxes....) so we did not manage to fit everything into the van we'd rented in just two trips as planned. But also, we did not count on the dogs. Hand on heart, it was my own fault. Clearing the house and packing everything, some of the last things to be packed were the dogs' food and medication. One of my Goldens is on epilepsy medication, and very foolishly I left one of the bottles of tablets on the kitchen counter. It was too far away for any dog to reach, but I have a strong suspicion that a certain Maine Coon cat belonging to my other half had a paw in things here. John arrived into the kitchen to find the tablets were on the floor and Rio (11 month old Malinois) and Kiara (13 week old Golden) busily playing with them. Collecting the tablets and counting them we realised that 11 were missing. Knowing how greedy both Rio and Kiara are, chances were they had indeed eaten them. A phone call to the vet (out of hours on a weekend, of course) quickly told us both pups were of high risk of dying and would have to be brought in immediately. Hence we arrived at the vet's in the removal van (the car being parked elsewhere) with two lively, happy pups. Both were given injections to vomit and vomit they did -over and over and over. In Kiara's case it was a case of everything coming out both ends at the same time! After a couple of hours they finally stopped and were then force fed liquid charcoal. By this time both looked decidedly worse for wear, but were still wagging their tails at the vet! We arrived home with two tired and dirty dogs late in the evening, and needless to say had to cancel any plans for the show and for moving out that very day. Both pups needed to be closely supervised so we could not even leave them and go with just Ripley.
Eventually we finally moved out on the Monday, and spent several days unpacking everything. We are now safely in the new house and very nice it is too but I think it will be months yet before we are completely finished with all jobs that needs doing. But all that's another story...... :) Finally I am back on the computer !