Ah! I picked up my new computer last Tuesday night, so things are so much easier now! My tech was unable to immediately extract some of the programs and my photos from my old machine because of the virus, but he will keep working on it when he can, so hopefully not all is lost.
It was good timing. I was spending both Wednesday and Thursday at home and needed to log onto the office site at a distance. It was in preparation for my colonoscopy, overdue by 2 years, but even if I was swilling down that liquid-a-go-go, the employee pays had to done. Fortunately my home office is only a hop and a skip from the bathroom.
The ordeal is over, the results good, and I’m off the hook for 5 years as per my doctor. When I returned to work on Friday, those cheeky girls remarked that I seemed to have lost weight. Hmmm.
This is just a note to let you know that I’m back in circulation; the tablette was not dropped in the water so I still don’t know if it will float, and I think I’ll let that test pass because the thing is handy to look up information on players while watching my hockey games. Blogging on it is another story altogether!
I’m doing housework now, have some work to catch up on too, so will be back in during the weekend and maybe with something more interesting to write. It was great spending some time in Blogit with the means to comment without it taking an eternity to do so!
Leaving you with a SMILE – it’s a biggie!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Sunday, November 9, 2014
IT'S BACK!
Snow! I am one of the few who still really loves that cold, slippery, beautiful white stuff. I stood, sipping my first coffee and gazing through the window during the wee hours, watching Grump as he buried his nose, searching out the best spot for his needs. I could feel Bandit weaving around my legs, his purring just slightly louder than the crackling of the kindling in the fireplace. ‘The world is aglow’, I said to him. He rubbed his head against me, maybe not really agreeing. I noticed he did a kind of high-step dance when he made his way across the gallery to come inside last night, and he didn’t seem so anxious to follow Grump through the door this morning.
Grump was back, and I felt the chill of crisp, winter air enter with him. I hummed Frosty the Snowman as I prepared breakfast for them both, singing the words in whispers when I set their dishes down. My friend was still sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake him. I relish the quiet of these early morning hours spent with my pets. They dug into their food enthusiastically; Grump gobbling, and Bandit far daintier. They were so content in this moment, and that emotion prevailed in our softly lit kitchen. We were warm, our bellies full; happy in our little cocoon, surrounded by the silence of Nature’s awesome white blanket.
Yes, I am very aware that in this world there is strife and war and pain; I don’t wear rose-colored glasses. However, I am a firm believer in appreciating those perfect moments – the ones where you know all those you love are safe and sound and at peace – and the arrival of snow enhances those moments for me somehow. Maybe it’s memories of other winters, growing up on the farm. Who knows?
Whatever it is, I’ll take it, and I’ll greet it with a huge, warm SMILE!! I’m brushing the icicles away and sending it on to y’all!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Grump was back, and I felt the chill of crisp, winter air enter with him. I hummed Frosty the Snowman as I prepared breakfast for them both, singing the words in whispers when I set their dishes down. My friend was still sleeping, and I didn’t want to wake him. I relish the quiet of these early morning hours spent with my pets. They dug into their food enthusiastically; Grump gobbling, and Bandit far daintier. They were so content in this moment, and that emotion prevailed in our softly lit kitchen. We were warm, our bellies full; happy in our little cocoon, surrounded by the silence of Nature’s awesome white blanket.
Yes, I am very aware that in this world there is strife and war and pain; I don’t wear rose-colored glasses. However, I am a firm believer in appreciating those perfect moments – the ones where you know all those you love are safe and sound and at peace – and the arrival of snow enhances those moments for me somehow. Maybe it’s memories of other winters, growing up on the farm. Who knows?
Whatever it is, I’ll take it, and I’ll greet it with a huge, warm SMILE!! I’m brushing the icicles away and sending it on to y’all!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Sunday, October 5, 2014
HOCKEY-HOCKEY...BUT....
I like this time of year; so much to smell. The little creatures out there are scurrying around trying to hide from the cold, so they’re not really paying attention and it’s much easier to get closer and boy! Their faces when they realize I’m right behind them! I give a bark or two to show I mean business, that I can catch them if I tried. I don’t, because my mistress would be so upset with me! She laughs when I tree them, and doesn’t mind if I stand there barking up at them, but I remember how she scolded Smooch when he caught a young chipmunk, and there’s no way I want that! Funny how the cat can come back with mice and leave them right beside her bed, and HE gets petted and praised. Then that smartass just struts his stuff, showing off. I get him back by eating his food when the mistress isn’t watching, ha-ha!
Another reason I like this time is because my Mistress perks right up. Most days I can sense that she is very tired when she gets home from the place called work. But the master is back now, and we have a new routine. The black stick makes a bell sound, the master picks it up and talks to it, then about 30 minutes later he calls ‘Come on, Grump’ and outside we go and I’m all excited because I know the Mistress will be here soon, and sure enough, there she comes in her truck, around the corner and up the lane. I run down to show her how happy I am to see her, and she seems to understand that I can’t make it all the way down and back up anymore, so we meet halfway. She opens her window and talks to me and calls me her baby and she continues as we come slowly together up the hill, then she opens the truck door and before she even steps out I go to her and get hugs and kisses and my tail wags so hard it slaps, slaps, slaps against the door, against the master’s legs who is laughing behind me, and even against my Mistress as we turn and wiggle and just LOVE!
So not too long ago, after the hugging, and the words ‘food now, Grump?’ we’re coming up the stairs and I hear her say ‘Hockey-hockey-hockey, Grump!!!’ and I knew we were in for good nights. The dancing will begin, with longer neck scratching scenes and cuddling up on the couch beside the fire whenever she says ‘hockey-hockey-hockey!’ She hadn’t said it for a long time; it only starts when the leaves begin to fall.
And here we are; she’s on the couch looking at the moving box in the corner and I come to one side of her and put my head on her knee for the neck scratch, and suddenly she gets very quiet and I can feel waves of sadness from her. I look up and her eyes are leaking and this isn’t normal and I lick her face, wondering why hockey-hockey-hockey doesn’t make her happy anymore. Then she speaks to me, but the only word I understand is ‘Smooch’. And I remember.
From habit I had come up to her on my side, and he used to come from the other side, and her two hands would be busy scratching and rubbing both our heads. This is the first hockey-hockey-hockey since he disappeared. Mind you, I don’t mind not having to share, but I hate it when she’s sad, so when she stops scratching and bends over to pick something off the table I go around the back of the couch and come up to her on Smooch’s side, hoping it will make the sad go away (and the extra scratching wouldn’t hurt either) and it works! She stares at me for a second, then I see she understands and there is ‘you beautiful doggie’ and she throws her arms around me and hugs real tight, and even if her eyes are still leaking it is a good kind of feeling, and then more hugs and kisses and plenty of scratching to boot! Hockey-hockey-hockey is back where it belongs!
Except – well, my breathing isn’t so good, partly because of the medication she said, so we don’t dance right now. She claps her hands and makes noises and I bounce my head up and down and we get by just fine. A bonus is that it makes the cat nervous, so he stays in the bedroom instead of crawling up on her knee as he is prone to do if she is sitting anywhere else. Ha, Feline! Hockey-hockey-hockey is a dog thing!! And my human’s thing... because it sure does make her SMILE!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
Another reason I like this time is because my Mistress perks right up. Most days I can sense that she is very tired when she gets home from the place called work. But the master is back now, and we have a new routine. The black stick makes a bell sound, the master picks it up and talks to it, then about 30 minutes later he calls ‘Come on, Grump’ and outside we go and I’m all excited because I know the Mistress will be here soon, and sure enough, there she comes in her truck, around the corner and up the lane. I run down to show her how happy I am to see her, and she seems to understand that I can’t make it all the way down and back up anymore, so we meet halfway. She opens her window and talks to me and calls me her baby and she continues as we come slowly together up the hill, then she opens the truck door and before she even steps out I go to her and get hugs and kisses and my tail wags so hard it slaps, slaps, slaps against the door, against the master’s legs who is laughing behind me, and even against my Mistress as we turn and wiggle and just LOVE!
So not too long ago, after the hugging, and the words ‘food now, Grump?’ we’re coming up the stairs and I hear her say ‘Hockey-hockey-hockey, Grump!!!’ and I knew we were in for good nights. The dancing will begin, with longer neck scratching scenes and cuddling up on the couch beside the fire whenever she says ‘hockey-hockey-hockey!’ She hadn’t said it for a long time; it only starts when the leaves begin to fall.
And here we are; she’s on the couch looking at the moving box in the corner and I come to one side of her and put my head on her knee for the neck scratch, and suddenly she gets very quiet and I can feel waves of sadness from her. I look up and her eyes are leaking and this isn’t normal and I lick her face, wondering why hockey-hockey-hockey doesn’t make her happy anymore. Then she speaks to me, but the only word I understand is ‘Smooch’. And I remember.
From habit I had come up to her on my side, and he used to come from the other side, and her two hands would be busy scratching and rubbing both our heads. This is the first hockey-hockey-hockey since he disappeared. Mind you, I don’t mind not having to share, but I hate it when she’s sad, so when she stops scratching and bends over to pick something off the table I go around the back of the couch and come up to her on Smooch’s side, hoping it will make the sad go away (and the extra scratching wouldn’t hurt either) and it works! She stares at me for a second, then I see she understands and there is ‘you beautiful doggie’ and she throws her arms around me and hugs real tight, and even if her eyes are still leaking it is a good kind of feeling, and then more hugs and kisses and plenty of scratching to boot! Hockey-hockey-hockey is back where it belongs!
Except – well, my breathing isn’t so good, partly because of the medication she said, so we don’t dance right now. She claps her hands and makes noises and I bounce my head up and down and we get by just fine. A bonus is that it makes the cat nervous, so he stays in the bedroom instead of crawling up on her knee as he is prone to do if she is sitting anywhere else. Ha, Feline! Hockey-hockey-hockey is a dog thing!! And my human’s thing... because it sure does make her SMILE!!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
Sunday, September 14, 2014
DISTRACTIONS
For some reason most modern offices have the employees shut away. One sits there from 4 to 6 consecutive hours under artificial light, without birdsong or a gust of breeze, sharing germs that float around in the air conditioning. I am actually luckier than many because my desk is beside a part of plate glass; I won’t call it a window, it can’t be opened, but I can at least see outside.
The building beside us is a warehouse, and my view is of the huge, paved lot behind it. There’s a high wire fence and gate between the warehouse and the lot, then behind the lot again is an undeveloped property with tall weeds and a few trees. I believe it is owned by the City, this belief reinforced by the activity that goes on there. On any given day there will be a fire truck or police cars on site and I can watch drivers practice racing around strategically placed cones, both forward and reverse, or spinning donuts, starting and stopping on a dime. Once an ambulance pulled in and the paramedics spent a few hours running back and forth with equipment, all under the careful eye of a supervisor who would halt them on occasion to show them how to pick something up or how to hold it while on the move. It’s a welcome distraction, and I have to be careful not to spend too much time looking instead of working. The event there this past week had me throw caution to the winds, and I can add that I wasn’t the only one who stood up to gaze at what was going on.
The police cars arrived first, then a van drove in to join them. I guessed what was going to happen before the driver opened his back door – I have seen this type of van before – and sure enough out jumped a beautiful German shepherd. While the officers watched, the trainer put the dog through his paces. The animal was a magnificent specimen of his breed, and he responded to his commands swiftly and perfectly. It was awesome, and I was so proud of that doggie! It was obvious that his trainer felt the same, and that the policemen were impressed, as was the accounting team who had gathered around me for the show. Fortunately it only lasted for 30 minutes or so; it’s difficult to punch numbers into a computer with one eye on other things. If the boss made a snide comment about the incident, I didn’t hear it. I was too busy SMILING.
Sending it out to y’all – it may have a bit of fur attached.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
The building beside us is a warehouse, and my view is of the huge, paved lot behind it. There’s a high wire fence and gate between the warehouse and the lot, then behind the lot again is an undeveloped property with tall weeds and a few trees. I believe it is owned by the City, this belief reinforced by the activity that goes on there. On any given day there will be a fire truck or police cars on site and I can watch drivers practice racing around strategically placed cones, both forward and reverse, or spinning donuts, starting and stopping on a dime. Once an ambulance pulled in and the paramedics spent a few hours running back and forth with equipment, all under the careful eye of a supervisor who would halt them on occasion to show them how to pick something up or how to hold it while on the move. It’s a welcome distraction, and I have to be careful not to spend too much time looking instead of working. The event there this past week had me throw caution to the winds, and I can add that I wasn’t the only one who stood up to gaze at what was going on.
The police cars arrived first, then a van drove in to join them. I guessed what was going to happen before the driver opened his back door – I have seen this type of van before – and sure enough out jumped a beautiful German shepherd. While the officers watched, the trainer put the dog through his paces. The animal was a magnificent specimen of his breed, and he responded to his commands swiftly and perfectly. It was awesome, and I was so proud of that doggie! It was obvious that his trainer felt the same, and that the policemen were impressed, as was the accounting team who had gathered around me for the show. Fortunately it only lasted for 30 minutes or so; it’s difficult to punch numbers into a computer with one eye on other things. If the boss made a snide comment about the incident, I didn’t hear it. I was too busy SMILING.
Sending it out to y’all – it may have a bit of fur attached.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
CAN YOU SAY SLEEP?
The worst case of insomnia I have had in years, with an average of 3 hours sleep per day...UGH! By the time my Rug rats showed up for their weekend stay, I was a walking zombie. Fortunately they are older now, and were kept amused by Grump and Toolie, the new cat. Bandit peeked around the corner of my bedroom door, saw all the little humans running around, and went into hiding for the duration of the visit, LOL.
I did enjoy having the boys, and they were excited to sleep over in their former bedroom, but I wish I’d had more energy to play with them instead of just sitting on the gallery watching them climb my rock walls...
“Tao – be careful – that’s high – you could fall!”
“Don’t worry Mémère. If I fall I’ll just get back up again.”
...race Grump up and down the hill on a ball chase, roll in the grass with Toolie...
“Where do you guys get all that energy, Bali?”
“What’s mergy, Mémère?”
“The running and running but not getting tired.”
“Oh. Don’t know. Ice cream, I guess.”
They left on Sunday afternoon, and I finally got 6 hours of straight sleep that night, and woke up feeling like a Wonder Woman, keeping my fingers crossed that I was over the hump. Nope. The following days were more of the same...3 hours and wide awake. Grump enjoyed it – from pure frustration we were outside walking at 4:30 AM, there was plenty time spent with Mistress before she would leave for work.
I guess it’s from being used to my condition and years of job experience that I can function at all in the office. The scariest part is the driving to and from the city; that’s when I really feel the need to nod off. More than once I’ve been forced to pull over and walk around for a few minutes to keep from snoozing behind the wheel.
I suppose I’ll give in to my children’s entreaties and see a doctor for help. I hate the thought of taking medication – my mom lived on that stuff and I really don’t want to go down that road. In the meantime, and in another effort to avoid such a fate, I decided to take some time owing, relax a couple of days alone at home, and see if I can’t chase that elusive Morpheus down. That bugger has lots to answer for – he’s definitely slacking in my case!
I’ve been up wandering dozily around for a few hours already, and Bandit is comfortably curled up in my bed, so I’ll mosey back in there and try counting some sheep. Or maybe not. One of them always stumbles and gets caught in the fence...very distracting when monotony is needed.
There’s no energy needed to SMILE though – that comes automatically – so will share one with you as I go...hoping it adds to y our day!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
I did enjoy having the boys, and they were excited to sleep over in their former bedroom, but I wish I’d had more energy to play with them instead of just sitting on the gallery watching them climb my rock walls...
“Tao – be careful – that’s high – you could fall!”
“Don’t worry Mémère. If I fall I’ll just get back up again.”
...race Grump up and down the hill on a ball chase, roll in the grass with Toolie...
“Where do you guys get all that energy, Bali?”
“What’s mergy, Mémère?”
“The running and running but not getting tired.”
“Oh. Don’t know. Ice cream, I guess.”
They left on Sunday afternoon, and I finally got 6 hours of straight sleep that night, and woke up feeling like a Wonder Woman, keeping my fingers crossed that I was over the hump. Nope. The following days were more of the same...3 hours and wide awake. Grump enjoyed it – from pure frustration we were outside walking at 4:30 AM, there was plenty time spent with Mistress before she would leave for work.
I guess it’s from being used to my condition and years of job experience that I can function at all in the office. The scariest part is the driving to and from the city; that’s when I really feel the need to nod off. More than once I’ve been forced to pull over and walk around for a few minutes to keep from snoozing behind the wheel.
I suppose I’ll give in to my children’s entreaties and see a doctor for help. I hate the thought of taking medication – my mom lived on that stuff and I really don’t want to go down that road. In the meantime, and in another effort to avoid such a fate, I decided to take some time owing, relax a couple of days alone at home, and see if I can’t chase that elusive Morpheus down. That bugger has lots to answer for – he’s definitely slacking in my case!
I’ve been up wandering dozily around for a few hours already, and Bandit is comfortably curled up in my bed, so I’ll mosey back in there and try counting some sheep. Or maybe not. One of them always stumbles and gets caught in the fence...very distracting when monotony is needed.
There’s no energy needed to SMILE though – that comes automatically – so will share one with you as I go...hoping it adds to y our day!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
MY NAME IS GRUMP
Hello. My name is Grump. I’m a pit-bull terrier, now 7 years old, spotted brown and white. Quite handsome, if I do say so myself!
I met my human when I was just a little guy. I was tussling with my brothers and my one little sister and suddenly there it was – this new smell. I wandered over to get a better fix on things and she bent down and Whoa!! My feet were off the ground and there was a nose nuzzling on my neck; not a wet nose like my siblings but it was kinda the same, so I joined the play and growled and grabbed what I guessed was an ear...there was no hair on it...and I heard a soft cry, then a sound like gurgling (it’s called a laugh – something my human does often and I later learned it means she is happy) and then her human voice saying ‘You little Grumpy! You’re coming home with me!”
We spent a few minutes with my mother, petting her and saying goodbye, then this human put me into a crate and there was a noise (a truck – I love going in it now!) and I was a very frightened because my brothers were left behind. There was a new house where I introduced to an old grandpa – Ben – and I met the cool dude whose name was Bud. The old fella ignored me for the most part – didn’t want to play at all – but Bud was an immediate big bro, showing me the ropes and how to tussle real hard.
Over time the old grandpa seemed to have no energy at all, and my human appeared very sad, and Ben disappeared, then there was only me and my best bro, Bud.
What years we had!! Running and smelling and lots of cuddling and dancing with our human. It was such good fun until one day Bud told me he was too tired to play. I kept going back to see if he had changed his mind, but no; he stayed very quiet and my human looked very worried, then she took Bud with her in the truck, leaving me behind. They were gone for some time, so I was real happy to greet them when they came back.
There was something wrong – my human was sad again, and Bud tried to make the best of it, but somehow I knew he wouldn’t be running around with me anymore. I lay beside him for a few days, but he wasn’t eating, so I didn’t feel like it either. It got so that he whimpered every time he moved – he was in pain – and one day a strange truck drove into our yard and my human made me stay inside but carried Bud downstairs and I barked and barked, calling Bud to come back, but my human came in alone and this time she was so sad her eyes were leaking and the noises she was making distressed me terribly. I tried to comfort her, cuddled close beside her on our couch for three days while these noises would start and stop. Finally she started to move around again, and I began to look for Bud everywhere. I found his scent at the bottom of our hill, right beside the big rock he liked, but I couldn’t see him, so I sat there and waited for awhile, and my human came down and said ‘No more Bud’ and I knew “no more’ meant it was over.
It took me a long time to stop missing Bud, but the upside was that my human took me everywhere with her. We went for long walks every night and drove around visiting her friends and some of them had dogs too. We got closer and closer and I learned to read her thoughts and gestures really well; we are best friends.
Then one day another young runt entered the picture. He was a real pain at first, and I found my human was paying way too much attention to him. He grew on me after awhile, at least once he realized I was the boss even if he did eventually stand taller. I showed him the ropes like Bud had with me, and this Smooch became a good companion. Then Smooch started to tire easily or refuse to play at all. Once again my human showed worry. Suddenly she and Smooch were leaving together in the truck and each time they returned my human was sadder and sadder.
When he finally couldn’t play at all anymore, I sensed what was coming – he was going to disappear too. I lay beside him, trying to keep it from happening, but it didn’t work. One night they left together and when my human came back she spent some time outside with that neighbor who was there with his backhoe. They were down by the big rock where I had waited so long for Bud. When my human came into the house she was alone, and there was the two of us cuddling on the couch, and her eyes were leaking and she was making that noise.
We began roaming around in the truck, my human and me. She takes me everywhere but to her ‘work’. When she says that word, I know there is going to be some long sleeping time! Lately I haven’t minded so much – I seem to be tired more often and my stomach hasn’t felt so good. I know I’m not supposed to do it in the house, but a few days back I just couldn’t hold it in while she was gone – everything came out of me like water. I was expecting a scolding when she got home and saw what I had done, but she seemed more frightened than angry; a good thing too, because it kept happening and my stomach seems to be getting worse.
Anyway, a couple of days ago we went for a long drive and she led me into a big house and there were dogs and cats and even a huge bird sitting around. I remembered this place; we had come here after my fight with a neighbor’s mutts! We followed another human into a little room, and I was prodded and checked and then came the rubber glove...UGH...and I heard the other human say ‘blood’, then a word that sounded familiar somehow...’cancer’...and suddenly my human was beside me on the floor, burying her face in my fur, and I sensed fear and pain and more sadness...and I was going to bite the other human who had to be causing this, but realized the same vibes were coming from her too, so I was confused. I turned to lick my human’s eyes because they were leaking again, and she hugged me hard, and finally we got out of that place that was upsetting her so much.
She has been trying to sneak bad tasting, round things into my food, but I’ll have none of that! One can only ask so much of a best friend, after all. I’m not hungry in any case, although I do sneak some of the cat’s food just because....
We’ve been going outside more, no leash, and we throw some squeaky balls, but after one or two races up the hill my stomach hurts too much to continue. My human is very sad when this happens; even if she tries not to show it, I can tell. Her eyes leak and my bum leaks. What a pair we are!
I think I’ll go bug the cat – that usually works – when my human watches us play it makes her SMILE.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
I met my human when I was just a little guy. I was tussling with my brothers and my one little sister and suddenly there it was – this new smell. I wandered over to get a better fix on things and she bent down and Whoa!! My feet were off the ground and there was a nose nuzzling on my neck; not a wet nose like my siblings but it was kinda the same, so I joined the play and growled and grabbed what I guessed was an ear...there was no hair on it...and I heard a soft cry, then a sound like gurgling (it’s called a laugh – something my human does often and I later learned it means she is happy) and then her human voice saying ‘You little Grumpy! You’re coming home with me!”
We spent a few minutes with my mother, petting her and saying goodbye, then this human put me into a crate and there was a noise (a truck – I love going in it now!) and I was a very frightened because my brothers were left behind. There was a new house where I introduced to an old grandpa – Ben – and I met the cool dude whose name was Bud. The old fella ignored me for the most part – didn’t want to play at all – but Bud was an immediate big bro, showing me the ropes and how to tussle real hard.
Over time the old grandpa seemed to have no energy at all, and my human appeared very sad, and Ben disappeared, then there was only me and my best bro, Bud.
What years we had!! Running and smelling and lots of cuddling and dancing with our human. It was such good fun until one day Bud told me he was too tired to play. I kept going back to see if he had changed his mind, but no; he stayed very quiet and my human looked very worried, then she took Bud with her in the truck, leaving me behind. They were gone for some time, so I was real happy to greet them when they came back.
There was something wrong – my human was sad again, and Bud tried to make the best of it, but somehow I knew he wouldn’t be running around with me anymore. I lay beside him for a few days, but he wasn’t eating, so I didn’t feel like it either. It got so that he whimpered every time he moved – he was in pain – and one day a strange truck drove into our yard and my human made me stay inside but carried Bud downstairs and I barked and barked, calling Bud to come back, but my human came in alone and this time she was so sad her eyes were leaking and the noises she was making distressed me terribly. I tried to comfort her, cuddled close beside her on our couch for three days while these noises would start and stop. Finally she started to move around again, and I began to look for Bud everywhere. I found his scent at the bottom of our hill, right beside the big rock he liked, but I couldn’t see him, so I sat there and waited for awhile, and my human came down and said ‘No more Bud’ and I knew “no more’ meant it was over.
It took me a long time to stop missing Bud, but the upside was that my human took me everywhere with her. We went for long walks every night and drove around visiting her friends and some of them had dogs too. We got closer and closer and I learned to read her thoughts and gestures really well; we are best friends.
Then one day another young runt entered the picture. He was a real pain at first, and I found my human was paying way too much attention to him. He grew on me after awhile, at least once he realized I was the boss even if he did eventually stand taller. I showed him the ropes like Bud had with me, and this Smooch became a good companion. Then Smooch started to tire easily or refuse to play at all. Once again my human showed worry. Suddenly she and Smooch were leaving together in the truck and each time they returned my human was sadder and sadder.
When he finally couldn’t play at all anymore, I sensed what was coming – he was going to disappear too. I lay beside him, trying to keep it from happening, but it didn’t work. One night they left together and when my human came back she spent some time outside with that neighbor who was there with his backhoe. They were down by the big rock where I had waited so long for Bud. When my human came into the house she was alone, and there was the two of us cuddling on the couch, and her eyes were leaking and she was making that noise.
We began roaming around in the truck, my human and me. She takes me everywhere but to her ‘work’. When she says that word, I know there is going to be some long sleeping time! Lately I haven’t minded so much – I seem to be tired more often and my stomach hasn’t felt so good. I know I’m not supposed to do it in the house, but a few days back I just couldn’t hold it in while she was gone – everything came out of me like water. I was expecting a scolding when she got home and saw what I had done, but she seemed more frightened than angry; a good thing too, because it kept happening and my stomach seems to be getting worse.
Anyway, a couple of days ago we went for a long drive and she led me into a big house and there were dogs and cats and even a huge bird sitting around. I remembered this place; we had come here after my fight with a neighbor’s mutts! We followed another human into a little room, and I was prodded and checked and then came the rubber glove...UGH...and I heard the other human say ‘blood’, then a word that sounded familiar somehow...’cancer’...and suddenly my human was beside me on the floor, burying her face in my fur, and I sensed fear and pain and more sadness...and I was going to bite the other human who had to be causing this, but realized the same vibes were coming from her too, so I was confused. I turned to lick my human’s eyes because they were leaking again, and she hugged me hard, and finally we got out of that place that was upsetting her so much.
She has been trying to sneak bad tasting, round things into my food, but I’ll have none of that! One can only ask so much of a best friend, after all. I’m not hungry in any case, although I do sneak some of the cat’s food just because....
We’ve been going outside more, no leash, and we throw some squeaky balls, but after one or two races up the hill my stomach hurts too much to continue. My human is very sad when this happens; even if she tries not to show it, I can tell. Her eyes leak and my bum leaks. What a pair we are!
I think I’ll go bug the cat – that usually works – when my human watches us play it makes her SMILE.
Luv from the Bush in Quebec.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
24 LITTLE HOURS...
I will stick these last few weeks into a steel box and hide them deep, deep in a closet somewhere....but not here. Watching my precious boy deteriorate until I lost him, the constant pressures and harrowing occurrences at the job, my sweet DIL’s obsession to get pregnant and both her and my son’s misery about it all, my inability to sleep which totally screwed up my attitude and capacity to deal with any of this adequately....it can all be described with one word: UGH!!
So be gone with it!! UGH on outta here.
I still miss my boy terribly; I hear him come stealing into my room at night, sense the mattress give slightly as he puts his big head down on it, nearly feel his wet nose touch mine to let me know he is there and wants something....
Grump has been missing him too. He had stopped eating when Smooch did, and would only take things from my hand when I insisted. He has lost weight, which doesn’t really do him any harm, but I was getting worried. Then I remembered he had reacted the same way when he lost Bud.
So we are still in mourning but things are looking up. Finally, last night, a week later, my lonesome doggie ate a little food out of his bowl. Suzie arrived from Detroit for her 2 week stay. That girl has the knack of turning up just at the right time.
On the work front, I spent the past 8 hours training a girl who will be my assistant, and best of all my Japanese DIL tested positive today!! I should tell you that my granddaughter is pregnant too, so the great grandchild and grandchild (or grandchildren...she has had 2 intrauterine inseminations and has been on hormones for the last six months!) will make their appearances about the same time.
My, oh my – what a difference a day makes! I’ve found my SMILE again.
Of course I am sharing it with y’all!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
So be gone with it!! UGH on outta here.
I still miss my boy terribly; I hear him come stealing into my room at night, sense the mattress give slightly as he puts his big head down on it, nearly feel his wet nose touch mine to let me know he is there and wants something....
Grump has been missing him too. He had stopped eating when Smooch did, and would only take things from my hand when I insisted. He has lost weight, which doesn’t really do him any harm, but I was getting worried. Then I remembered he had reacted the same way when he lost Bud.
So we are still in mourning but things are looking up. Finally, last night, a week later, my lonesome doggie ate a little food out of his bowl. Suzie arrived from Detroit for her 2 week stay. That girl has the knack of turning up just at the right time.
On the work front, I spent the past 8 hours training a girl who will be my assistant, and best of all my Japanese DIL tested positive today!! I should tell you that my granddaughter is pregnant too, so the great grandchild and grandchild (or grandchildren...she has had 2 intrauterine inseminations and has been on hormones for the last six months!) will make their appearances about the same time.
My, oh my – what a difference a day makes! I’ve found my SMILE again.
Of course I am sharing it with y’all!
Luv from the Bush in Quebec
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