Worms!
It occurs to me that I haven't posted any disturbing images lately. For this I apologise and seek to make amends with my latest dispatch.
Young Tegid the puppy seems to have settled in well. It took him a while to learn that the SausageDog doesn't like to share his bed, but Haggis has no such homophobic hang-ups.
Haggis has come into his own, really, taking on uncle duties without so much as a squeak of complaint, even though a lot of the time this involves whirling around in dangerous circles trying to dislodge two kilos of sharp-fanged black naughtiness from his tail. Or having his ears chewed.
There is, however, more to the life of a puppy than chasing other dogs' tails. More indeed than eating and sleeping. There are visits to the vet for vaccines, and of course there are worming tablets.
The experts say you should worm puppies once every fortnight from age two weeks to twelve. My vet isn't quite so thorough - he reckoned once a month. The people I bought Tegid from swore blind he'd been wormed, but we wrapped a tablet in a small piece of cheese and fed it to him on Saturday anyway. Most un-terrierlike, he gobbled it down rather than licking the cheese off and spitting the pill out.*
Next day I was wandering around the garden with my trusty shovel, doing pooh patrol, when I came across this.
Toxocara Canis, or the canine roundworm. Quite a large one as it happens. Given that Tegid is only ten weeks old, that's some size. Particularly given that over the course of the next few days he produced two more, of similar magnitude. He'll get another dose when he reaches twelve weeks, and then slot into the three-monthly worming regime that the other dogs follow.
No wonder he always seemed so hungry, poor thing.
* something that Chiswick mastered at a very early age, and even Mortimer occasionally did.
Young Tegid the puppy seems to have settled in well. It took him a while to learn that the SausageDog doesn't like to share his bed, but Haggis has no such homophobic hang-ups.
cuteness buffer ™ Jen Jordan
Haggis has come into his own, really, taking on uncle duties without so much as a squeak of complaint, even though a lot of the time this involves whirling around in dangerous circles trying to dislodge two kilos of sharp-fanged black naughtiness from his tail. Or having his ears chewed.
There is, however, more to the life of a puppy than chasing other dogs' tails. More indeed than eating and sleeping. There are visits to the vet for vaccines, and of course there are worming tablets.
The experts say you should worm puppies once every fortnight from age two weeks to twelve. My vet isn't quite so thorough - he reckoned once a month. The people I bought Tegid from swore blind he'd been wormed, but we wrapped a tablet in a small piece of cheese and fed it to him on Saturday anyway. Most un-terrierlike, he gobbled it down rather than licking the cheese off and spitting the pill out.*
Next day I was wandering around the garden with my trusty shovel, doing pooh patrol, when I came across this.
you were warned
Toxocara Canis, or the canine roundworm. Quite a large one as it happens. Given that Tegid is only ten weeks old, that's some size. Particularly given that over the course of the next few days he produced two more, of similar magnitude. He'll get another dose when he reaches twelve weeks, and then slot into the three-monthly worming regime that the other dogs follow.
No wonder he always seemed so hungry, poor thing.
* something that Chiswick mastered at a very early age, and even Mortimer occasionally did.
Comments
Seems the two weeks rule makes sense, after all. ;)