Green Eggs and Ham?

Did you know there are breeds of chicken that lay green or blue eggs? And you can even cross-breed with other breeds to get olive and pink eggs? I had no idea until tonight. My aunt gave us some fresh eggs from a neighbour, mentioning as she left that there was a green egg in there as well, because they have  a special green-egg-laying chicken. Of course, I didn’t believe her, so I opened the carton to have a peek at this green egg. Here’s what I found:

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A decidedly green egg. A very pretty green egg indeed.

Now, don’t worry, the egg itself is not green, only the shell. The chicken producing these pretty eggs is most likely to be an Araucana or an Ameraucana. Cross-bred from two South American breeds, the Araucana are a hardy chicken, usually happy to be picked up, but also content to roam the garden, making them both excellent layers and great pets. Standards differ from country to country, so they can be tufted or non-tufted, and tailed or rumpless, depending on region. Huh? Here’s a diagram for you:

I’m not so sure about the tufts, but I kinda like the whole rumpless look they’ve got going on. And I definitely like the whole rainbow egg sitch.

What do you reckon? Would a green-hued egg at breakfast weird you out?

The Good and the Bad

A few weeks ago I lamented about the state of my poor fluffy friend, Bonnie. I was scared that the lump the vet had checked would be big, bad, cancer. The bad news is, the lump was a tumour—a smooth muscle tissue tumour, to be exact. The extra bad news is that she has also started developing a separate tumour in one of her mammary glands, which is a bit iffy, as it can spread to the lungs and cause cancerous growths. Because of her age and the location of the tumours, we can’t do much. Operating would likely be too stressful, and wouldn’t be 100% successful in removing the full tumour. Not great.

The good news is that, at this stage, the lumps are not likely to be hurting her.  So the plan is to watch the lumps and hope they don’t grow too much. When they grow, then we get concerned and start considering options. Until then, she is getting lots of love, pats, treats, and cuddles. And she’s loving it!

Hurrah for the pup being okay! In celebration of her semi-positive results, here she is in her bed:

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Yes, that really is where she sleeps. every time we repair it, she rips the bed apart again and crawls inside her self-made cocoon. I think in a past life she may have been a caterpillar.

Hard Decisions

Today was a pretty crappy day. I took my puppy, Bonnie, to the vet. We found a lump near her back legs while bathing her, and figured we’d better get it checked out. Being that she’s almost fourteen (so not really a puppy), I kind of expected it wasn’t going to be the greatest new ever. It turns out that the lump, along with other minor issues she’s been having, could be some kind of cancer. There is a small possibility it’s simply a cyst, but, because she’s had a mammary tumour in the past, it much more logical to assume some form of cancer.

Tomorrow I have to sort out finance, and then take her back in for blood tests. When they come back, we’ll know if there’s anything else going on (diabetes, heart disease, thyroid), and can decide which of the two biopsy options are the best to diagnose the lump. And then, because of her age and the awkward location of the lump, if the biopsy shows cancer the vet has suggested two options.

Option 1: If it’s benign, brilliant! We leave it as is, see how she goes, and hope it doesn’t grow further. If it does grow, we cross that bridge when we come to it, and look at possible drugs to shrink it.

Option 2: If it’s malignant…I say goodbye. If it’s malignant, they go through a very invasive operation to remove it, risk causing serious damage to her urinary system, put her through incredible stress, and leave her with an 80% chance of infection or recurrence.

Obviously, if it’s the latter, I don’t want to put her through that kind of hideousness for such low odds. But I also really don’t want to say goodbye. I don’t even know if I could say goodbye. She has been my constant little sidekick, and sometimes my most trusted friend. She has always listened to me, always loved me, and is always there when I need comforting. When things are going bad her goofy tap dance routines, sweet face, and knowing eyes are the best comfort. I love her to pieces. And I don’t want to have to choose to be without her. It’s too hard.

For now, I’m focussing on what I can deal with: the blood tests and the biopsy. Hopefully next week I can share happy news about my furbaby. For now, I’m going to give her a good night cuddle.

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The Real Stuart Little

I have all manner of interesting and intelligent things that I really want to share with you. In fact, if I got organised I could probably pre-write about a month’s worth of posts. The thing is, there really isn’t anything quite as urgent as me sharing another cute animal video with you, because everyone needs to see a mouse playing basketball today.