It’s been a busy day. I feel like I’ve been chasing my tail all day. Which is ironic, considering one of the tasks was taking the dog to the groomers.
The groomer is at the veterinary’s office. So Max wasn’t pleased when his car ride ended at the vets. All was well, after he arrived home. A treat worked wonders.
Panic ensued among the staff at the clinic, as a cat patient escaped, and was hiding somewhere on the property. At least Max, didn’t make a run for it. He doesn’t, at present, smell as much like a dog. As much as I’ve tried to raise him right, Max doesn’t especially like cats, anyway.
It takes a while to settle into the same routines after the Holidays. Max the dog is barking at a neighborhood stray cat.
I think sometimes he gets bored with his human companions. Especially, since his canine sister’s passing last summer. He enjoyed the companionship of his canine cousins while visiting.
Since we spend Christmases away from home, there are no ornaments to pack away. No gift wrapping, no cardboard, no live Christmas tree to discard.
What are some responsible ways of repurposing live Christmas trees after the season? Use them as windbreaks on the beach to catch drifting sand. Let the city grind them up to be used as mulch. They make great fish habitat in smaller bodies of water.
As a former active angler, catching crappie in early springtime was one of my favorite pastimes. Crappie love to spawn in and around discarded Christmas trees.
Nothing bad to say on this last day of July. When this is published it will be the first of August.
Offered to take Maggie on a walk today–with her new harness. Two houses down the street, she would go no further. I didn’t press the issue. Except, she didn’t want to go in the direction toward home, either.
Walked through the neighborhood for the first time in a month. Nothing much had changed. Two new housing starts around the corner.
Today, is my six-month dental check up. Why did I hate going to doctors and dentists so much? Maybe, because of what they might find? All turned out well.
The next three days are predicted to be rainy, with thunderstorms. Such are the vagaries of hot, humid, summers in the coastal Southeast.
Maggie has a cancerous mass in front of her heart. It hasn’t metastasized at this point. However, it has invaded the sinus cavities of her heart. Her prognosis isn’t good beyond a few months.
Of course, drastic treatment measures were offered. Chemotherapy, surgery, biopsies–none of them a certainty. The terrible verdict, we hoped not to hear.
She will be loved, these last moments, months, treasured. I’m not ready to speak of her in past tense.
Right now, she appears so normal. Sometime in the near future, the pressure on her heart and lungs will be too much, and her life will end. She is only seven.
Maggie, my little shadow, follows me everywhere. She makes my business her business–when mowing the lawn, cooking out on the grill, or when going to the backyard.
She’s going in tomorrow for a more complete analysis of her digestive issues. Restricted diet and activities, didn’t seem to have caused any negative effects. I’ve missed taking her for walks in the morning.
I don’t know what the prognosis will be. Hoping for the best. She seems so normal. Another day, will tell the story. Not knowing has been the black cloud, that I wish would go away.
Among total Strangers
All of them hurried
Harder to lead, than to follow
Road food, road fools
What was with red cars?
Slowed down, sped up
Hungry, didn’t want to stop
False GPS road closure alarms
My five senses, ultimate skeptics
Back at home base, tired, thankful
My little girl dog became ill
Having trouble swallowing
Examined by our vet today
Maggie stayed there overnight
For further workup tomorrow
Hoping for the best outcome
Today, I no longer look like a blowfish with squinty eyes. Ready to take on whatever Saturday brings.
I like old dogs. Noah, is the senior neighbor dog, mostly golden retriever, from across the street. Noah’s parent works during the day. Thursday and Friday I had the privilege of letting him out.
I’m like his substitute parent, anyway. He’s stayed over many times. Once, I rolled over, put my arm around something furry. It surprised me–as my dogs didn’t sleep in our bed.
He’s about the same age as my German Shepherd, that I lost in 2011. They were good friends. I’ve often wondered how things would have turned out–had he lived?