So, I decided today to get off my butt and go walk with my husband first thing this morning. We have a little white dog who walked with us on a leash when his doggy brother, Butters, was alive and walked with us also. When Butters died, our little white dog became terrified of walking on the sidewalk. So about three months ago, we rescued another dog, a small phantom poodle. Today is the day we decided to try walking both dogs together to see if our white dog would walk with the poodle like he did with his deceased brother dog. Low and behold, he did!
Now, Fudsworth, the white dog, still will not go to the bathroom on a leash. We have taken him a few times with us to have to return home because after 14 hours, he still had not gone to the bathroom. It is frustrating for us and, I am certain, for him. The cabin we rented had a huge yard, but no fence so he had to be on a leash. We walked him and walked him to no avail, so home we went. First thing, Fuds went outside and we thought he would never stop peeing! How does a dog do this?
We had a wonderful lady who boards dogs. We all decided to do a test run to see how things would go while we were just ten minutes away. The doggy sitter keeps her charges at her home and they receive one on one care. She had a large, enclosed patio with about three feet of edging planted in bushes and covered in mulch. Fuds would not go to the bathroom in the mulch. The poodle did-no problem, but Fuds would not follow suit. We offered to come pick up both dogs explaining if Fuds had not gone to the bathroom in ten hours, he would most likely go in her house. She decided to try to keep Fuds and Fritz overnight anyway. She stated she was certain that Fuds would eventually go to the bathroom outside. Nope. He peed on her rug.
Our dogs are weird but we wouldn’t take anything for them. They make our lives full and most of the time, they are lots of fun. Happy Monday everyone!
My husband and I are sitting at the table discussing our
maladies and he states he figured we would die young. We are in our early
sixties now. He and I both has serious illnesses that we battle daily. It got
me to thinking what I hoped to accomplish prior to my death and here is the
list I came up with-my bucket list:
Go on vacation.
It has been two years since we have been anywhere for fun.
Write a book that actually sells. My previous
books have sold some copies, but nothing to write home about.
Write a successful blog. Self-explanatory.
Sell my handmade jewelry and the furniture we
finish refurbishing for extra money.
No more surgeries after this one.
Loose weight. I have gained since my lung
surgery because of a hernia that developed post-operatively. Back injury due to
the hernia. Basically, physical activity that I enjoy has been limited. Hoping
this surgery to repair the hernia will allow me the freedom to do the
activities I would like.
Continue to connect with old friends.
Win money gambling. I don’t care if it is
Atlantic City, Las Vegas, or scratch offs if it is at least $200.00.
Well, that is the beginning of my list. I am sure I will come up with more as I go forward,
Of course, my husband and I may live long past when we suspect. That is fine with both of us if we have some quality of life. We would like to be able to do the things we like to do in some capacity. We like the symphony. I would like to go sometime around Christmas. The thing about just suspecting we will not live to ripe old ages is not enough though to spend our retirement savings. If we live until 80 years of age, we would like some back up to go with our social security income. And, stuff happens. Tires, cars, refrigerators, air conditioning, furnaces, and so on, all go on the blink eventually and cost to fix or replace so there is that……
I worked as an RN in a major trauma Emergency Room soon after receiving my RN licensure. I learned very quickly young people die as well as old people. I learned every way a person could die except for in the bed peacefully. It sticks with you. Then, as a hospice nurse I learned other ways people die. Young and old die and there is no ability really to tell if one will die young or die old.
So, here we are waiting to be able to go on vacation. So
far, due to surgeries or illness, we have yet to go on one. Then there is money
also. Every time we plan something, we must put out money for something
Last time it was for pets-which we never regret. One had a
recurrence of seizures and had to stay overnight in an Emergency facility for
monitoring and then to see his neurologist. We then rescued a dog who ended up
having severe dental issues and double ear infections. Together, they cost us
over $2000.00 within a month. Vacation was not to be.
For six months after my original surgery for lung cancer, I
have been going from doctor to doctor about a grapefruit sized lump in my side
that occurred shortly after the surgery. Over and over I was told there was
nothing that could be done to fix the area and I would just have to learn to
live with it. Now I finally am diagnosed with a rare type of hernia that must
be fixed with surgery. So, this sets any chance of vacation two months out-one
month to get into the surgery and a month after the surgery to travel.
Amid this I fought a severe episode of depression and mixed
episodes to boot. Not a fun time, but that seems to have finally resolved after
two months. I am just looking forward to the hernia surgery and being able to
resume my normal life afterwards.
Of course, I am having CT scans every three months for a
year to check for the return of lung cancer, but I am not too concerned about
this. If it has returned, I will deal with that then. I told my husband and my
friends if I am ever diagnosed as terminal, I will stop by the cigarette store
on the way home and buy a carton. I have been compliant because I would like to
live, but I miss cigarette smoking I admit.
There is a phrase to describe a cancer survivor’s feelings
about those CT scans. It is called “scanxiety”. I keep waiting for that feeling
but have not had it yet. Maybe if they find something and I must go through
chemotherapy or radiation I will develop it, but nothing now.
So, the next plan is to go on vacation. We will see if that plays
out. I hope so. I just want to be away from home and chores to have some fun!
We both deserve it.