Back from NoChatLand
So, I've been in NoChatLand for nine days. For those of you who don't know what NoChatLand is (actually, I'm not sure I've ever explained the term at all, come to think of it...), it's my bro's place, that now has a working dial-up connection, but for a (loooooooong) while there, there wasn't even the possibility of that due to a crap computer.
So, I went to help out with my niece and nephew while second nephew and bro went on a scout camp. It was very lovely, nephew the younger is cuter than ever, though he is SO stubborn. I don't remember having this much trouble with the other kiddies. When I glared and yelled at them, they did as I told them, bless their little hearts. Him?
Me: Leave the dog alone!
Nephew the youngest: Yeah, yeah.
Me: Don't "yeah yeah" me, do it.
Nephew the youngest, with the same tone of voice as his big brother -- who's nearing his teens: Sorry. *does it again*
Me: *starts to understand why people blame kids for grey hairs*
My proudest moment of the last week is when I actually managed to keep him away from the dog for a full fifteen to twenty minutes by physically carrying him into the house and making him pick between staying inside or leaving the dog alone. Fifteen minutes, man! I rock!
And the poor dog. The second day there, sis-in-law discovered that his ears were infected, which is something he's had trouble with before. So, off to the vet, where he started shaking and pissing himself the moment we got inside. He's had some crappy vets before, poor thing. I was braced for holding him down while the vet sedated him, but yay! A good vet! He just pricked him with the needle straight away, where other vets have apparently had to shave large areas and messed around for several *hours*.
It was a bit unsettling seeing him fall asleep, because he was fighting it, obviously not understanding what was going on. I couldn't help but think about the fact that he's eight years old -- eight to ten being the average age a German Shepherd reaches -- and that the next time he gets put to sleep he might not be meant to wake up.
I really love that dog. He's so stupid, he honestly is. But he's JUST so kind. He's very big, even for a German Shepherd, but I just can't be scared of him, even though I'm normally wary of dogs. He's just this dumb, lovely dog who wags his tail when you're cooing at him (which might happen...now and then...) and who rolls on his back when you pet him so that you'll scratch his belly. A few years back, when I'd spent some weeks in NoChatLand, I was saying goodbye to him while sitting on the living room sofa, and he actually jumped onto my lap. 40 kilos off German Shepherd, oof!
We got some ear drops that we (meaning, sis-in-law) had to put in his ears, and wasn't that a laugh. The first couple of days he was in so much pain that sis-in-law literally had to sit on him to get the drops in. These last few days have been MUCH better, though he'd hide behind me every time s-i-l brought the bottle with the drops.
Bro and second nephew came home Saturday, smelly but happy, so I got to spend some time with them before going home.
And I got to try out Final Fantasy X. Hee.
So, I went to help out with my niece and nephew while second nephew and bro went on a scout camp. It was very lovely, nephew the younger is cuter than ever, though he is SO stubborn. I don't remember having this much trouble with the other kiddies. When I glared and yelled at them, they did as I told them, bless their little hearts. Him?
Me: Leave the dog alone!
Nephew the youngest: Yeah, yeah.
Me: Don't "yeah yeah" me, do it.
Nephew the youngest, with the same tone of voice as his big brother -- who's nearing his teens: Sorry. *does it again*
Me: *starts to understand why people blame kids for grey hairs*
My proudest moment of the last week is when I actually managed to keep him away from the dog for a full fifteen to twenty minutes by physically carrying him into the house and making him pick between staying inside or leaving the dog alone. Fifteen minutes, man! I rock!
And the poor dog. The second day there, sis-in-law discovered that his ears were infected, which is something he's had trouble with before. So, off to the vet, where he started shaking and pissing himself the moment we got inside. He's had some crappy vets before, poor thing. I was braced for holding him down while the vet sedated him, but yay! A good vet! He just pricked him with the needle straight away, where other vets have apparently had to shave large areas and messed around for several *hours*.
It was a bit unsettling seeing him fall asleep, because he was fighting it, obviously not understanding what was going on. I couldn't help but think about the fact that he's eight years old -- eight to ten being the average age a German Shepherd reaches -- and that the next time he gets put to sleep he might not be meant to wake up.
I really love that dog. He's so stupid, he honestly is. But he's JUST so kind. He's very big, even for a German Shepherd, but I just can't be scared of him, even though I'm normally wary of dogs. He's just this dumb, lovely dog who wags his tail when you're cooing at him (which might happen...now and then...) and who rolls on his back when you pet him so that you'll scratch his belly. A few years back, when I'd spent some weeks in NoChatLand, I was saying goodbye to him while sitting on the living room sofa, and he actually jumped onto my lap. 40 kilos off German Shepherd, oof!
We got some ear drops that we (meaning, sis-in-law) had to put in his ears, and wasn't that a laugh. The first couple of days he was in so much pain that sis-in-law literally had to sit on him to get the drops in. These last few days have been MUCH better, though he'd hide behind me every time s-i-l brought the bottle with the drops.
Bro and second nephew came home Saturday, smelly but happy, so I got to spend some time with them before going home.
And I got to try out Final Fantasy X. Hee.