My Mom is weird. She cooks and serves the Thanksgiving dinner on Wednesday rather than on Thursday. Even I know that Thursday is Thanksgiving, but not in our house. Mom said that she started the tradition the year after Brother Doug fell asleep as he drove home over the mountain pass after eating lots of turkey. Because he was off on Wednesday, he could drive … Continue reading Part 33 – Thanksgiving
I’ve shared that I don’t like canned cat food. Poor Mom has tried dozens of flavors. I usually try a bite and leave the rest of Sophia or Missy when the bowl gets pushed to the floor. I really don’t know how that happens. I just know that like my litter box, it needs to be buried. She is still stirring that medicine into that … Continue reading Part 32 – Good Food
It is time for Dr Grey to remove the staples from my neck. Mom has been very worried about me. She even redesigned my harness. I now have a V on either side of my shoulders that connects with the band around my tummy. I love it because as my weight fluctuates, I can easily step out of my harness. Mom calls that being naked … Continue reading Part 31 – Another Vet Visit
Not only did the vet tell Mom that I needed to have soft (canned) food, but that I was to live a quiet life for the next ten days. Now if she meant I shouldn’t talk, that would not be an issue. I rarely share my thoughts out loud. I have trained Mom to read my mind. She does it with Dad and his aphasia … Continue reading Part 30 – My Recovery
Mom helped me start this blog 6 months ago because for most of 2023, I’ve had a health issue. I wanted to share that information with all of you yesterday, but Mom said that after a late night working the election (she didn’t get home until 11:15) she was too tired to help me write. She also muttered something about me reminding her to get … Continue reading Part 29 – My Health
Today I put my job as an writer on hold. I’ve already informed Murphy Jones that we will work on his blog post tomorrow. Today, I’ll head to the county election office to help with counting ballots. I consider such civic duty more important than my efforts to put the right words into the right order on the work in progress. I’m sure Mabel Schmidel … Continue reading Election Day
I like to help Mom as she is doing things around the house. I’m just not sure she always appreciates the things I do as her helper. This week she was changing the sheets on the bed. Once she had the blankets off, I sat on the sheets so they didn’t get pulled off with the blankets. She picked me up to move me off … Continue reading Part 28 – Helping
Last year Mom said that she and Dad had milestone birthdays (76 & 80). I don’t even want to know what that would be in cat years. She said that they discussed having a big party, but the 2 years of Covid lockdown changed how they feel about having guests. She says that maybe she should have one for me when I turn 10 next … Continue reading Part 27 – Birthdays
He is gone. I knew it was coming, but it still makes me sad. He was in pain and had forgotten how to smile. I’ve missed his smile. Some people don’t think dogs know how to smile, but they are wrong. He would have a special light in his eyes when he was extremely happy and wanted to play. I hadn’t seen that look on … Continue reading Part 26 – Lost My Best Friend
My little dog sister is no longer a baby. She still makes way too much noise because she barks at everything. She still chases Sophia through the house (Sophia really needs to stop running.) She is still a little mean to poor old Fred. Now, however, she adds the crime of shedding masses of her fluffy fur. Fred has always shed a lot, but to … Continue reading Part 25 – Missy Has Grown Up
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