I know, I know, where the heck have I been lately. First I had to share with you what I’ve been doing, or I should say, what Chi’s been doing. A hematoma on her ear blew her up like a balloon, her ear was just a big sack of ick within, so surgery on Monday. Now the cone of shame is her life for the next 14 days. Walking into everything, drugged and “stoned” for the most part for the next 5 days, and off of her game. She did good on her walk today, we shortened it up a bit to not overdo it, and I’m struggling to make my 10K steps on my Fitbit every day, but happy to say I haven’t missed once. 250 steps = 6 laps around the pool in case you ever wondered.
Watercolor classes started this morning, lots of fun and 5 other wonderful “artists” in training with me. I can see a lot of practicing in my future, but perhaps I should have gone into veterinary medicine ’cause I could have used the chunk of change I gave, but all worth it. Unfortunately Chi may get her picture on the vet wall as “worst patient ever”, as the technician climbed on top of her to pin her down to allow the vet to administer a shot to calm her (she was muzzled and she was absolutely FREAKING out-which for her at the vet is normal), needless to say, she bucked the poor woman off into a wall and ripped a nice gash into her arm with one of her sharp claws-of which she only has two, the rest are whittled down from pavement walking daily. Someone there thought the tech needed stitches but I heard they only butterflied it. So……lets just say that no one would touch her after they got her sedated (in the back room with ALOT of guttural screaming). Talk about exhausting, but on a good note, when she goes to get her stitches out in two weeks, I have a dose of “calming-happy-don’t hurt the vet” pills to give her before we get there. Cross your fingers they work. So my friends, it’s not for having nothing to say here, it’s just that I’ve been a bit distracted and busy. I know you’ll understand, and in two weeks I may be able to accomplish a full night of sleep once the bucket comes off. If not, I may need one.
Wish the Chi luck with her healing and Apple gets to meet the vet on Friday (she tends to be a much more pleasant patient than the Chi) thank heavens. I will be back soon, Lord willing and calmness finds us soon I pray. Hi from my world, will catch up on my reading soon so don’t think I’m ignoring you, gets tough when the dog wants to lay on the keyboard and get loved ❤ but I don’t blame her in the least. Peace and blessings, K
So our neighbor inquired if we had been, how shall I say it, putting dog poop bags into his garbage can. I stifled a laugh and of course said Nope, wasn’t us. Our neighbor doesn’t use his garbage can, he makes one tiny bag per week that sits on his lawn, soaked by his sprinkler system and I suppose the garbage men get to pick up wet and drippy but “clean garbage” when all is said and done. Well, apparently he had just looked into his can for the first time in forever and found a dog poop bag with a gift within. He was a mite upset about the whole ordeal, and it’s not like he’s an old cranky codger or anything, in his early sixties at best. Now I pick up our dogs gifts that they bestow daily like clockwork, tie it tight and slap it on my back in the pack I carry. I take it home where I have a metal can specifically for these gifts. So flash forward a day and he asks my husband again if he’s seen anyone in his yard depositing Fifi’s little gifts into his trash can. Of course we have not, and once again, no it isn’t us. I figure he must have upset someone in the neighborhood, how I do not know but we hope he puts up a camera and catches the suspect soon. He is not a dog owner or he would obviously be making more garbage per week, I should know, our two are never-ending machines at making gifts. I am still chuckling about it and at least someones picking up their dog poop besides us.
On another note, but a much nicer one, hubby made a scrumptious breakfast today and I thought I’d take a pic and share. My girl Lady G had a post the other day asking about what people are cooking up these days and today we were blessed to partake in this:
Now that there is cinnamon apple bread french toast with real New York maple syrup with chicken breakfast sausage to compliment. See, and you thought this whole piece would be about dog poop, didn’t you? So what’s happening in your neighborhood that’s given you a laugh lately or what’s cooking good-looking? Please share, the world needs more chuckles and growling stomachs.
caught between movement of people
and then back again
to the quiet that lives here,
in this place,
where we know what is
and is not,
the faces becoming familiar
and then bags move between doors
and the quiet echo of empty rooms,
and we walk there and smell the remnants
of those we know, wondering
where have they gone?
Sleep comes then,
no longer a need to protect
with the vim and vigor,
we move back into what we know,
the comings and goings-
our everyday people in and out with regulartity,
treats given in abundance
for they know we are suddenly lacking
the newest charges departed,
the faces we remember
our job on the back-burner,
we grow weary and sleep
as you lay by our side
back into the comfort
familiarity suits when needed.
Reminders of endings
as they watch us lovingly,
we are growing older
and you are not aware,
we watch as you grow older too,
napping and turning a bit grey
though you gaze and see still the bits of youth,
we are content in our beings,
moving through the rooms searching for friends
who left their scent in the remnants,
as you have left your mark,
we sleep on content
this is where the tides sent us to be,
floating on the bliss,
contently wrapped in the fabric
of the lives of of us.
Our friends from back in New York left today, the dogs a bit off-kilter not needing to “protect” the newest members of the pack, I found this pic on the web and this looks so like our girl Chi. Apple is tired, slowing down some days it seems, and I chronicle the lives for they are woven into the fabric that is me, pet owners will understand the inner workings of the mind of a dog owner…or perhaps cat lover too. Some days it makes me sad, getting older, life moving on, but life none the less….some day I too shall be amongst the glimmering stars, but till then, you will hear my words, and I hope, hug your loved ones and know how truly you and I are blessed. and because I know he is watching, hugs from Apple and Chi to Dad….i think your birthday is coming soon…ha! Watch your mail sir! woof!