My New Doggo Friend

When I first heard about micro-chipping for dogs and cats, I was a bit disturbed by the concept. But I’ve come round to it now. You see, I’ve fallen in love with my girlfriend’s parents’ Labrador, Pancake, and was was distraught when I heard he’d gone missing during a recent thunderstorm.

As it happens, Pancake was micro-chipped and his family was contacted a couple of days after his disappearance by a Bayside animal hospital. Vets, it would seem, are able to scan the microchips to find out the contact details of an animal’s owner. Well, that had me sold on the whole micro-chipping business, didn’t it? So much for my conspiracy theories. 

I never had a pet when I was growing up, and Pancake is basically the first non-human animal I’ve really formed a connection with. I hadn’t realised how upset I’d be if an animal I was friends with went missing from its home. I still think micro-chipping is a bit weird, but I can see the point of it now. A lost dog can’t speak up to say where it lives, or explain that it’s not a stray.

I’m casually toying with the idea of acquiring an animal friend of my own (there are only so many times I can pretend I want to go over for lunch with my girlfriend’s family, when really I just want to hang out with Pancake). But I’m not sure I’m ready to take that step. I definitely need to percolate the idea for a good bit longer.

Aside from the requisite 10+ year commitment to caring for a dog, there are so many random little things to consider – vaccinations, animal nutrition, training, desexing. Dogs in Bayside, I’m pretty sure, are technically required to be desexed… or are they? I really have no idea, actually.

It’s exhausting just thinking about all that. I reckon it’s best that I keep hanging out with Pancake for the time being, and using those family lunches to pick brains about the intricacies of pet ownership.

Teen Fatigue Gets Real

One of my son’s good friends – let’s call him M – has just been diagnosed with chronic fatigue – not what you want when you’re about to start your first year of university! According to his dad, who I ran into at the chemist today, it seems to be a spin-off of the glandular fever the poor kid had last year, which was why he’d deferred starting university until mid-year. Talk about one thing after another!

On the positive side, it sounds like M has been getting some quality support in the form of sessions with a dietician at a psychological health clinic on the Mornington Peninsula. Apparently, dietetics is an allied health profession that can be really helpful in supporting wellbeing when it comes to conditions of this nature – makes sense, although I’ve never given it much thought.  

In addition, M has been having some psychological counselling to deal with the depression he was experiencing while sitting his year 12 exams last year. I vaguely recall my son saying that one of his mate’s had been referred to a psychiatrist around that time; maybe that was M. I don’t like to pry too much into the kids’ private lives, and especially those of their friends, so I hadn’t pressed for information. I’m sure plenty of kids these days see mental health professionals, anyway.

My brother had a referral to a psychiatrist a couple of years back, didn’t he? I’d forgotten about that. I don’t think I ever found out if he’d followed up on it. Does that make me an uncaring person? Or just one who’s very respectful of other people’s privacy? Either way, the Mornington psychiatry and allied health scene seems to be something that quite a lot of people I know have had some involvement with.

Maybe people should be more open about it. Or should I be more open in encouraging people to open up about their experiences when they mention it? Or perhaps there’s just the right level of openness going on as the situation stands. I don’t know.

Timber Doors Are in Vogue…Now

Apparently, our door is just not good enough. And if it’s now the door, then it’s the windows, and if it’s not the windows, it’s the bathroom, and then the kitchen, the garden, and so on and so forth until the universe implodes. And even then, Ian will find some way to improve upon the blank void around us.

Oh, the joys of home ownership. It’s everything I ever wanted, except for the fact that we never have any money left at the end of the month. To be honest, it’s probably my fault. I said, back in the mists of time, that we needed timber door replacement. It was the one thing I asked, because our previous door was awful on the eyes and doors are the one thing people see upon entering the home. Well…they’re the first thing. And then, open the floodgates to a bunch of really super necessary things, until we finally move past the necessary and into the realm of indulgences. Yes, Ian, getting the shower re-tiled is an indulgence. the previous tiles were just perfectly okay, unlike the door which was horrible and needed a new frame. A TIMBER window frame, no less. Now I seem to have unleashed a DIY beast within Ian that certainly wasn’t there when I married him. Would’ve been good to know beforehand, just saying…

So this is our reality now. Find something in the home that doesn’t need changing, change it, rinse and repeat until we die. And then our children get the finished product, so good for them. Last ones standing. And THEY can worry about aluminium door replacement, because it’ll probably be back in vogue by then. Yep, that’s just the world of the future: aluminium everywhere, purple shower tiles, and a garden full of azaleas. Basically, everything will be put back the way it was, because that’s how trends go, Ian.