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The healing prowess of the Basset Hound

I am dying. In the great inevitability sense of the word AND in the more localized, micro economic sense. At the moment I’m mostly referring to the latter. The progeny, in the guise of the Outbreak monkey, carried on her person a deadly pestilence the likes of which can only ever be propagated in a kindergarten sandpit through the communion of sand, tiny plastic shovels and multiple strains of snot (with mutable viscosity). After briefly battling with the symptoms herself she then bestowed this virulent blight on her poor, hapless sperm-ovum contributors.

It has both her mom and dad down and out for the count. The girl tempest is however healthy again and operating at her usual 105% capacity (which is adding to the general sense of misery). At the moment I’m tagged in to achieve some mattress time while the wife grinds out suicide hour and the parent of the year achievement award. (Because I’m the male of the species my symptoms are deemed more severe and incapacitating, also my mewling is louder and more frequent which almost guarantees me quarantine)

Unfortunately it’s not all chamomile tea, Netflix and sleepy time. The basset hound thinks he has healing prowess. Whenever anyone in our household is sick, Dr D. will dutifully come and… well, cry at your beside until you lift him up onto the bed. (Our household is not a believer in equal-heights) He will then attempt to ‘heal’ you (with his body weight). There’s nothing quite like a canine mandated recovery that comes with a 25kg cement bag digging into your spleen and obstructing the peristalsis of your small intestine…. I wouldn’t recommend it personally.


The German Shepherd, although not an innate healer, feels left out and soon adds her massive girth to the equation. Eventually everyone is snoring loudly… except for the intended recipient of said healing, who as well as being sick, is now also, extremely uncomfortable.

I vaguely wonder where it all started to go wrong for me? Lying there, crushed by the symptoms of the common cold, this has turned into a time for meaningful reflection. Especially now that the trajectory of my entire weekend has now been called into doubt. I have a sneaky suspicion it’s not going to be very exciting. And may, potentially end with my demise. If you don’t hear from me again, know that I went out swinging. Okay, that’s probably not true. While I endeavored to fight them on beaches (and on the landing grounds)… I probably slipped on some toddler type detritus in the middle of the night, fell and smacked my head on the edge of the toilet… an ignominious end for one so mighty.

If at all possible I’d like a lone piper, preferably bespoke in Campbell tartan playing amazing grace while my body is stuffed into a rocket capable of escaping orbit, and fired off into space. When the universe contracts again I wish to arrive before my peers. I am weirdly competitive that way…


Postscript. I tag this as alternative medicine. I then laugh at my own joke.





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  2. Over Soil

    September 3, 2019 at 4:52 am

    You my lovely are as funny as f*** and that post is hilarious. The thought of having dogs on the bed, no way! Even cats get the “YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED UPSTAIRS!” treatment. For we all need our own personal space in this house or [my name] gets very cranky very soon and fur would fly. I don’t sit on their bed, they don’t sit on mine. They don’t shit in my bathroom and I don’t shit in their’n’. It’s all documented in detail in the unwritten household agreement.

    1. Jo

      September 3, 2019 at 6:30 am

      Ha ha. Thank you. My domicile is all chaos and animals. Which is VERY un-German-like. My wife and I keep saying that our next set of creatures will be brought up in a more… disciplined manner.

      1. Over Soil

        September 3, 2019 at 6:44 am

        Yeah, well good luck with that. My daughter has two huge shepherds and has bought herself a hat with ALPHA on it. She has to constantly remind them she is top dog. I sometimes get it all wrong and spoil them, but I am their granny and that’s my job.

      2. Jo

        September 3, 2019 at 7:39 am

        Yeah, I live in a make believe world where I am the boss. Its nice in here though… everyone listens to me and everything is always awesome. 😀

      3. Over Soil

        September 3, 2019 at 1:07 pm

        Mwahahahaaaa ends up coughing…

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