Scamp's Tail of Woe!

'Ere 'ere....come hEAR poor old Scamp's story.

Well, that's all the obvious jokes outa the way! I'm more in mood of a little joke about it now.

As you can see Scamp has hurt his ear. Badly. Scamp, who is very aptly named, came into our lives 2 years ago. He was found by a neighbour when he was 6 months old. We took him in for the night. Snuggles fell in love with him. We fed him and made him a bed and he promptly fell asleep.

His owner came for him a couple of hours later and there were LOTS of tears and screams when he had to go. The owner said she was finding him hard work and might be giving him up. Whilst slightly hearing the alarm bells they were kinda drowned out by the tears!

Two weeks later she rang and it was now or never. She WARNED me he was hyper.

Now let me make it clear that I am not a dog lover. I don't fawn all over him etc. But I do believe a child should, if it's possible, have the experience of having a dog. Both myself and Mr Jazzy did so I reckoned it was Snug's turn.

Hence Scamp came home...again. And again. And again. He has a knack of running away!

No Assistance Dog is he. Oh, no. It's more like a hyper dog for a hyper child! Mind you both have calmed down considerably since.

here's a happier pic of him....

Like all men he enjoys his comforts!

And he knows how to wrap us around his little paw! Notice the perfect ears?

But he's not spoiled. He's NOT allowed in the house as he's eaten his way through half our furniture. The flooding got the rest!

Anyway, he's always getting away but, he usually comes back for me. He can't get out of our garden but as the builders moved in he moved out. To our rented house. He KEEPS escaping from this garden despite how much we block up his escape route. He can go for hours.

Last Wednesday...Mad Wednesday....he did it again. As soon as I left the house to begin the heavy afternoon with Snuggles. We'd only started the Social Skills class when I got the phone call. From an itinerant "gentleman" who informed me he had my dog. He was bleeding a lot and was missing some of his ear. He got into a dog fight. Scamp? Fight? Couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag him. He'd mind the dog til I got there. He said he'd meet me at a bus stop.....just along from the Travellers Camp! Only then did I realise! Knew there was something wrong. His parting words? "Hope there's something in it for me"

So Snugs and I legged it from class. Rang Mr Jazz ,of course had just enough credit to do so. I wanted him to ring ahead to the vet. Yes, I was going to meet this pavee...WITH MY CHILD IN THE problems. Not very good at hearing alarm bells me!

Hubby went mad, needless to say! Got his Garda pal onto it. So the Gardai rescued Scamp. They went there in twos cos even they won't go in alone! they said the pavee's might have lured Scamp in and set up the fight. Then pretend to be the good guys to get some mulah.

We got Scamp to vet for his operation and got him home that night. I went out for dinner with a friend and got home at 12...with half a bottle of vino in me! Poor dog was whimpering. Couldn't cope with plastic collar so couldn't even lie down. I took it off and he slept on the couch. Beside me. All night!

The next morning I put the collar back on and he thrashed about so much that he got the collar AND the bandage off. Blood splatters everywhere. Couldn't sort it. Hubby had just left. Snugs due in school PRONTO. So I got dog into the boot and Snuggles in back seat. Snugs went into the school all by himself......minus his schoolbag!.....and I went to the Vet! What a couple of days I tell ya!

Home with sick child after HIS op last week, now home with sick dog? Both of them on Antibiotics??!! Pure madness!

Things a bit calmer now. Bandage will come off on Monday so we'll see the damage. It's so awful. His ears are so cute. But, he's getting lots of cuddles as you can see!

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  1. Hi Jazzy
    Sorry to ear bout poor Scamp! How is he now? He is a dog lover me..would have loads of them given the chance..but I enjoy my hols too much and one is enough to get looked after when we go away..
    No flies on dem pavees..good tinkin by mr jazzy gettin d fuzz onto alarm bells wouldn't ring quite so loud either..

    Gosh am gettin so bad at this..
    just seen Hammie is on step 3 and never got to check out step 2 yet..better get a move on..

    Yes u can all come stay..Scamp too..lots of open space for him to get lost in and not a pavee in sight..

    hope the workmen get a move on for you..take care

  2. You HAVE had it rough with ailing kids and dogs! Your Scamp pooch sounds like a great addition to the family though-at least he'll make for good blogging material! ;)

    Thanks for popping in and greeting me on my blog. I like to claim my roots as Irish (since I was adopted and don't know better), so it will be fun to "meet" a Dublin dancing girl like yourself. What a great job you seem to have! I'm too old to start dancing now (well, in my small town) but oh how I wished I'd taken it from the start. Blessings!

  3. How absolutely awful and what sick individuals, too! Poor, poor, puppy! Hope he heals soon!

  4. Hi there and thanks for posting!Scamp is recovering well. Has a fair chunk missing from his ear alright. Feelin a bit sorry for himself and is a bit traumatised methinks.

    He came in for a little while the other night and sat there. Just sat there. And we could pet him. NOT like himself at all. But it was nice to have him calm. Back to Vet tomorrow.

    Yea Sesame...goin on hols is the hard (and expensive!)part. We found really nice kennels , in Rathdrum, co Wicklow (where Mr Jazzy from) en route to Dungarvan. It is hard to keep up with the blogging at times! I'm SO behind on the tags! Thanks again for invite!!!

    And that red hair you have???? DEFINITELY Irish so!
    Yes indeed Scamp, Snuggles, flooded house and dancing give me lots of blogging material! And, you are never to old to start dancin! It's not really a job ( I do get some payment...sometimes) I do it cos I love it.

    Welcome Lynanne and thanks for comment.

  5. oh Jazzy! Sorry to hear your tale of woe. Hugs to Scamp.
    Mr Hammie will hear it too. As for "pavee" pound, the feckers!
    Sorry it has taken so long to drop in, I'm a workin girl now you know. And the aul batteries on the lappie are past their best so it somewhat curtails my relaxing sessions of blog reading.


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