Poor Henri the Hound (aged 15¾) has had a miserable week having fallen victim to a mystery illness which has turned him off his food and caused him to have dreadful diarrhoea followed by wretched rectal bleeding.
He was whisked off to the vets on Monday and has spent all week there being probed, prodded, jabbed and intimately searched.
Fortunately he was allowed home each evening to see his family and allow him to the opportunity to decorate the floor with a variety of richly coloured body fluids overnight but had to be returned to doggy hospital each morning.
The poorly pooch didn’t eat for 6 days and had a thoroughly awful time. Despite numerous blood tests and X rays, the vets were still scratching their heads on Friday when the kennel-maid appeared with a blood-filled kidney dish containing an enormous worm which Henri had just passed after being given a powerful emetic.
The sight of the mini-serpent seemed to create jubilation amongst the veterinary team who took great delight in high-fiving around the surgery. Henri didn’t seem so amused.
The biggest surprise however was the revelation provided by the X rays, that Henri had broken his back earlier in his life and his spine was being held together by 5€ worth of Phillips head screws! The vets expressed surprise that he had survived whatever the injury had been. The picture below is not the river Thames taken from the opening titles of Eastenders, but Henri's colon showing the passage of his barium meal. The Battersea Power Station-like structure north of the river is the cluster of surgical hardware that would put Evel Knieval to shame.
Henri turned up on our doorstep 5 years ago after being abandoned when his owner died prematurely. He had lived as a hobo for several months going from door to door for scraps. He came in for a meal one day and stayed. Although he was a scruff when he arrived, underneath his matted fur, he turned out to be a rare Briquet Griffon Vendéen with a lovely kind nature. He was welcomed by our army of rescued cats who now adore him as much as do we.
Henri was so full of life when he arrived that we assumed he was about 2 years old and we were mortified to discover that he was actually a 10 year old. During the past 5 years he has proved himself to be a loving, faithful and obedient companion, although his propensity to accidents has been a vets dream.
His treatment has included:
...but otherwise no problems!
Surprisingly Sebastien the vet has started having more exotic holidays in recent years.
Henri seems to have perked up over the past couple of days and is now back at home with a healthier appetite. His body fluids seem to be staying where they should be and fingers crossed he’ll see his 16th birthday in February.
He’s back for a check-up on Monday when I need to settle up with Sebastien for Henri’s week of intensive treatment, although I was a little disturbed to see a pile of Caribbean cruise brochures have appeared in his surgery!
In June 1764 after a day at Ascot races, the Duke and his aristocratic gaming companions began to speculate on who would win in a fight between a stag and a tiger. As they could come to no agreement, the Duke declared he would put it to the test. At midday on Saturday 30th June, just a few hundred yards from Ascot High Street he had a compound created encircled by 15 foot high fencing in which he placed an elderly stag captured from Windsor Great Park. News of the event quickly spread and a crowd of spectators from the Duke's inner circle gathered in the Park eager to gamble on the gruesome sport. He then had two Indian servants bring in a tiger from the Royal menagerie which he had created at Sandpit Gate. The tiger was blindfolded (a remarkable task to achieve in itself!) and led into the compound where its blindfold was removed.
Sensing his 'spectacle' was descending into farce, the Duke sent the two servants back into into the compound with pointed sticks to provoke the tiger by goading it. They nervously prodded and poked the tiger, whilst the Royal entourage cheered and bayed for blood- but the tiger was having none of it. Then with a single deafening roar the mighty tiger leapt up at the fencing and clambered over the top, springing down amongst the assembled throng. The Duke and his party of fine gentlemen scattered in all directions screaming in terror.
Fortunately for the audience, the tiger was more interested in escape than attack, and bounded off into the nearby woodland, leaving the bewildered Duke and his entourage dusting themselves down and straightening their wigs. The two poor servants were again summoned and instructed to chase and recapture the recapture the tiger. armed with no more than armed with no more than a hood and a length of chain.
Armed with no more than a hood and a length of chain the Indian servants reluctantly followed the big cat into the woods. After nervously searching for several minutes they found that the tiger had come upon a herd of fallow deer feeding in Windsor Great Park and had just pounced and killed one. Incredibly, they took the opportunity, while its mouth was full, to leap on the tiger and blindfold it, but were unable to extricate the deer from its jaws. They had to cut the haunch from the dead deer, which the tiger steadfastly refused to let go of, before securing the animal and leading it back to the menagerie.
By now the Duke had dispersed, no doubt embarrassed by the shambolic events which unfolded and the crowds were departing, shaken by their close encounter with a savage beast. The incident may have been all but forgotten, had it not been for one of the spectators present.
One of the witnesses to the Ascot non-event was believed to be Lord George Pigot, the Governor General of Madras who had recently returned for India. He had apparently brought back with him a tiger and two native keepers as a present for King George III, but George having little interest in such matters, had them installed in his uncle's Royal menagerie at Windsor. It is believed that it was the recent addition of the tiger to his collection which had prompted the peculiar match.
Shortly after this incident, Lord Pigot commissioned the highly esteeemed animal painter George Stubbs to paint the encounter between the two animals as if it had taken place in India. Stubb's masterpiece 'Portrait of a hunting tyger' was unveiled at the Society of Artists in 1765. The image does however feature a cheetah rather than a tiger. During the 18th century, the term 'tyger' was applied to most big cats and so it may well have been a cheetah which was involved in the chaotic affair at Ascot. This might also explain how the servants were able to handle it so closely without fatality.
The extraordinary sporting wager was never repeated but the magnificent work of art which it inspired can still be seen today at the Manchester City Art Gallery.
Although the Royal menagerie at Windsor was added to by Prince Regent, later William IV as one of his many exotic playthings, it finally closed down in 1835.
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