Bath and Bed

As I sit and type this, the sweet aroma of dog shampoo is wafting up from my tee shirt, which is drenched.

Blandly Bonding

          While I was in the hospital, Mamie stuck close to My Guy’s side and ate practically nothing.

13 Pound Power Struggle

     It’s been in the upper 90s for the past six or seven days and Mamie’s had it.

We'll See. . . .

Mamie’s off for an overnight. This is a test case at the dog sitter’s, with an eye to future travel. I just couldn’t face parking my girl in a big, bad kennel.

          She’s either uninterested or uneasy around other dogs, much preferring the company of humans and a facility with chain link fence and concrete was more than I could bear.

          I handed over leash, walking harness, bowls for meals, contact information, dog bed, a sweatshirt I’ve worn recently, baggies marked with “breakfast” and “dinner” and pee pads in case she turns up her nose at their big back yard.

          It was easier sending my kids to a slumber party.

From Doctors to Baby Dolls

When you’re out of town for months at a time, something’s gotta give,

A Little Nature

I figured that Mamie must be bored silly by the same old walk around our complex,

No Room on the Range

My morning was coasting along nicely yesterday.

On the Mend

After 24+ hours of not eating, lots of moping under the table, and after providing us with a bit too much liquid evidence, Mamie convinced us to take her to the vet.

Tube Terrors

It’s been many years since our own kids passed their driver’s tests, and the grandboys live four hours away, but we still may need to reacquaint ourselves with those parental-guidance warnings on TV shows.

Afternoon terror

     No, I'm not packing a miniature sheep for the trip to this weekend's Bar Mitzvah.

Stress versus a stroll with a little dog

So that snowball has started its roll down the hill and it’s picking up momentum and objects at an alarming rate.

Spa Girl to Biker Chick

     A few weeks ago, our first attempt with a Florida dog groomer was not an encouraging experience. It was off-putting enough to find hair on the floor, dogs barking, and the owner making conversation as she trimmed a dog.  And the girl checking us in kept referring to Mamie cloyingly as “Baby.”

Obstinence and Triumph

     My Uncle Sam had polio as a child and was bedridden with it for several years. After several operations and lots of physical therapy he eventually walked, but it was probably during those years that he became such a proficient knitter – what could you do with a kid in bed in the thirties with no TV? – and all that reading paved the way for him becoming a distinguished and published English professor.

          Putting on new sheets today reminded me of how adept Mama said Granny became at changing the bed with Uncle Sam still in it. 

Conversations

     In Venice this weekend an entire street closed, tents went up, and crafters and artists set out their wares. People strolled by with giant bags of kettle corn and others struggled through the crowds with metal sculptures or topiaries made of shells.

Trial Run

     My morning was spent running errands, to include a trip to the pet food place to replenish our dog food and treat supply.

Walking, Talking and Art

Some people use their blogs as daily diaries, and so I thought I’d give that a try and cover today’s events, not that anything of any great import occurred. 

Last week in review

     We were madcap social butterflies last week.

From cats to dogs

 Never mind that the Chinese calendar says this is the Year of the Monkey.

Identity Search

In the years of our acquaintance, my hairdresser has

Forgiven

For those of you concerned about my little dog Mamie, who was pining away for me when I went to a conference this weekend, this video of my welcome home proves that she seems to have bounced back just fine:
 
                 Rocket Dog