I Worry About My Dogs
I worry about my dogs. Don’t you? I have four dogs. Two are 15 years old and Aussie mixes, and two are young lapdogs. They’re all cute. Don’t all moms think their children are cute? Alright, I’ll be honest – the most photogenic dog is ugly, poor dear. I don’t worry about him as much. Say hi to ugly Gadget.
In real life he’s ugly. Trust me.
Why am I worrying? I worry about my dogs today, specifically, because I’m heading out for a four day weekend with friends. Hunny will be home, but he’ll be at work today and Monday. My daughter will be here all weekend, but trusting her to let them out is a little precarious. And there’s no lap for the lapdogs for four whole days. Whatever will they do?
Seriously, though, my Hunny took stellar care of me for an entire year while I battled cancer. He also took great care of all of the animals. All of them. I know I can trust him for a long weekend. But still, I worry about my dogs.
Other Reasons to Worry
I worry in general, too. Three reasons specific to me and my dogs.
- Flash and Patches are old. Anything could happen to them at any time. Sure, they’re healthy for 15, but they’ve slowed down dramatically the last two years. Especially the last year when I slowed down. It’s progressive, and it makes me sad. I worry that one morning I’ll wake up and they won’t.
- I worry about traffic. We have a six foot privacy fence, but the wind here in Oklahoma blows the gate open regularly. I’m always chasing at least one dog down the street.
- I worry that Gadget isn’t pooping enough. Crazy, huh? All his surgery and what not make him susceptible to being constipated, which could kill him. Poor, ugly baby.
Weird reasons that I worry about my dogs. But valid.
I worry about me, too. It’s been awhile since I’ve given y’all a post-cancer update. Did I tell you that the CT scan came back clear? The things which the doctors hinted might have caused my cancer are being taken care of. My thyroid is under control. I’m losing weight. And my hair is growing back. Slowly. I’d really like it shoulder length yesterday.
The neuropathy is what bothers me most at this point. My feet improve just a slight bit every day, I think. I’m up and about more. I do more. But they still tingle and hurt. My balance is off. I can’t feel things with them the way I used to, so I don’t always know when I step on something, while at the same time they’re hyper sensitive. It’s crazy. But they do improve. So I worry about me. About the long term ramifications. Otherwise, I’m doing really well. Thanks for asking. 🙂
And even though I worry, like most moms do, my dogs really are fine. In fact, pre-trip, the lapdogs are sound asleep on my lap right now. You’re probably asking yourself how I type with two dogs in my lap. Awkwardly, that’s how. But all I have to do is say one word and they’re up. Treat. And they trust me to only give them one brand (spoiled creatures won’t eat any other brand) – Jones Natural Chews.
Right now we have a Jones Natural Chews giveaway happening. Some lucky dog – it may be yours – will win chicken and duck feet, the latest treats from Jones. Your dog is salivating right now just thinking about it. So enter for your dog, will you? Simply click this sentence, scroll to the bottom of the new page, leave a comment, then click the entry box and tell it that you commented. There’s more to do if you’d really like to increase your chances, but the box will tell you what to do. You’ve got this. Your dog is counting on it!
Spreading the good chews …