He looked left.
He looked right.
The really sad fact was there were no mommies in sight.
They were not at home, the mommies left them alone.
Their vacation was over, such a shame for poor Rover.
And the mommies felt bad that their puppies were sad.
These are the sentiments as we end our week off. Of course the doggies loved having us home. Life was grand.
Karen and I got so much accomplished. The walls in the living room are beautifully painted, what else but three shades of grey. We still have to paint and install the baseboards and the crown molding. We still dream of getting the kitchen and the bathrooms remodeled. It’s impossible to sit in the kitchen now. The yellow laminate counter top has got to go as does the wall paper, partially stripped by cats. The avocado colored toilet, bathtub and sink… need I say more. But the goal is to pay cash as we transition.
So for now, I will sit at my computer in the dining room and enjoy my three shades of grey and mourn the end of a productive and greyt spring break.
A few months ago Karen and I thought it might be nice to move. Our main requirement was a small acreage, 1-2 acres. We quickly discovered that there isn’t much out there close in enough so that I can get home at lunch to let the dogs out.
Our next option was to start updating the house. It was built in 1950. The house itself is cute and the living space is perfect for us.
We both took spring break off so that we could begin with the things we can do. So far we’ve unloaded about 20 cubic yards of stuff. Washed the walls, patched the holes in the walls from the 20,000 photos I have hanging, steamed the floors and taped off the windows around the trim.
Today we finally agreed on a paint color for the living room and the dining room area I affectionately call my office.
Tomorrow morning right after coffee, we’ll start to paint.
Flo is actually doing quite well this week. I think she has loved having both of us home to wait on her hand and foot.
This kid never ceases to amaze me. Yesterday I thought for sure, in my mind I was making the plans.
But last night she slept back-to-back with me. Moving in closer when I moved. This morning she didn’t get up until I did and she was so peaceful and calm. She ate her breakfast, on the couch she’s laying on now. She took her pills in sugar cookie dough.
I worked from home today so that she could be near me and tonight, this is what I see when I turn around at my desk.
Go figure Flo. You go girlfriend, rally all you want.
Our little girlfriend is growing more tired everyday. She’s currently laid out in the middle of my bed. She’s losing weight and for the last two days getting her to eat has been a struggle. Eating was always something Flo looked more forward to than anything else.
It seems like it’s getting harder and harder to say goodbye. Every dog has their story, but Flo, she really is a special one.
I met her at the racing kennel in Florida. She had broken her hock racing and she was waiting to go into an adoption kennel. She was so sweet. I flew home with Minnie and told Karen about her. Sure enough, just like I knew she would, Karen said we’ll take her.
I called our friends at the kennel and said she’s ours. We’ll get her home when she can travel. That was in December. In March, Flocko started having seizures and when I flew down to fly him back, Flo came with me.
She was so sweet, so innocent… at first. And then the real Flo came home to party. She was an in your face, take care of me first kinda girl and she’s been that way ever since.
She’s not so much these days. I really going miss our spunky girl.
I’m sure she will tell us when it’s time. We’re listening girlie.
So, it’s not his favorite place to go. Been there more times than he really wanted to go.
Flocko has been on phenobarb for over half of his life for seizures. We’re really lucky because it holds the bloody things at bay very well. We were getting close to a refill and they threatened to hold it hostage if we didn’t get him in for his yearly blood work. The liver values are really quite important and we don’t want something to creep up on us, so it was off to the clinic for blood work.
Sadly, that meant no breakfast for Flocko and believe me when I tell you he was not a happy camper. We knew for hours that we forgot to feed him. Results will be back in a few days, but he is doing so well that I don’t anticipate any problems.
He is a hunka, hunka hound dog.
Pete ever so generously donated his blood today for another dog at our veterinary clinic. He is probably one of the best dogs ever.
He stood perfectly still while they pumped out 500 grams of blood. His tech did a perfect needle stick and they were done before we knew it.
Oh how I love my Petah Petah Pan.
I had a session in my little rustic studio this morning and Zippy was my test model for lighting.
He was completely unimpressed.