SAINTS

i couldn’t wait til someone was here to try out my new bath bench so i did it tonight on my own and it worked great. but my foot looks so weak and pathetic, it looks squished flat and the color wasn’t so great. i am glad i took the boot off, i think i had the air pockets a bit too tight. anyway, i gave it a good long soak, and dried it as gently as i would tend one of the critters sore feet. i must say, my hands are gentle, thank god at least i got that when they were handing out gifts  (money, luck, and beauty wouldn’t be near as helpful right now….ok, maybe they would.)

 pops sat on the toilet seat to supervise, he almost drooled on me twice, yuck. lexie and maude flanked the wheelchair in the doorway, just in case i decided to escape without their notice. and stripe sat on top of all my towels and clean pj’s and gave me a swat when i made her move.

so just in case anyone cares…i now have a clean foot for the first time in 2 weeks (how gross is that??!!) and i had a whole fascinated audience who witnessed the transformation. nothing like having furry friends who are interested in what you are doing.

sandy got his collar caught in the strap on jacks coat. so jack tries to turn and walk right, sandy tries to turn and walk left…both of them pulling in opposite directions and neither making an inch of headway. i was laughing at the both of their confusion and mo set them free. (mo is nicer than i am)

lexie is absolutely fed up with not hanging out with me. so she sits outside in the dark and stares thru the kitchen window to make sure i feel the right amount of guilt instead of going back into the dog room with the nice warm fireplace. woof, woof, woof…one woof every two minutes til i finally broke down and brought her in the kitchen (lexie doesn’t waste her energy with woofing to often). maudie literally rolled her eyes with lex’s arrival and jumped the gate and went to bed without a word. she didn’t even bother to ask me to join her. that is exactly the same kind of silent treatment my ex used to give me when he came home from work and found yet another new, old, wrecked dog on the couch.

later, lexie sharing my mr. christie peanut butter pirate cookie…i pop a piece in her mouth, she immediately spits it out right back onto the floor. little intensely interested and watching closely,  sandy is flabbergasted at the rejection and after a minute of frozen, silent disbelief, he ever so slowly stretched his neck over to pick it up and ate it for her.

norton after dumping over the garbage, is head deep in trash with his nose stuck in an almost empty can of dog food, the dog food was all gone, but there were 2 soggy tea bags stuck in the bottom, oh yummy stuff norton. mo got it back without getting bit cuz i distracted him with a cheese slice.

lola’s new mode of transportation, apparently my wheelchair is now public transit, with convenient user friendly stops. it gets her from room to room without the effort of having to walk, and it is free.

 

reorganizing saints to see us thru the coming weeks. i have hired greg who is semi retired to take over the holes in the daytime barn routines (still looking for people to volunteer help me feed and put to bed) and he is a jack of all trades so he can help us with some of the bigger projects that are sitting in the wings. greg just lost his 17 year old golden retriever and has lot’s of farm experience, he was able to tell us in an instant the best solution to our onging problem of the uneven stall mats. he has a quiet gentle manner and soft hands so he is going to be good to have around here for all the animals. i managed to crutch around the barn and  gravel pathways, but it did tire me out, and it frustrates me to be so weak.

the good news is i think i have figured out how i can run the dogs each day, as long as someone is on the property to help me if i get knocked down. i am going to get someone to position those great benches that john made, strategically along the fence line. then i can crutch along and rest as needed while the dogs run and play. i won’t be able to get to the lower field but i can sit along the fence at the top while they goof around the pond.

and that pretty much gets me at least part way back in most areas to where i want to be…i got the house figured out, i got the barn access, i can get to the feed store and the garbage dump, i can get into the rabbits and at least give them food and water if we are short, i can switch around the laundry,…i haven’t quite managed to puzzle out poop and scooping on crutches yet, but that may still come to me in a moment of brilliance. and the actual physically hauling of heavy or awkward things is probably just not going to happen, but then you never know.

i have a couple of funnies to tell, but i will write them later cuz i am really tired and am going to lay down for a bit first.

 

and I suck at not freaking out !!!!  She went in for X-rays & when the vet left me a message… did he say , not to worry it’s something we can manage… No , he says… ” we’ve completed our exam & I’ll definatley spend some time with you explaining things when you come to pick her up.. call me after 3 ”  He left the message around 11:30 .. me , wait until after 3 to find out what was going on… No way. I called back, received news.. that I didn’t reallly understand… thank goodness I was at SAINTS & Carol was able to bring me back to earth & quell some of the anxiety that was bubbling up into my heart.  It seems Roxie’s vertabrae are fusing together & one knee joint is somewhat flat on one side… I’m not sure where this is going but I love this dog so much !!!she’s 4 years old… this is not supposed to happen to a young dog.