Thursday, August 25, 2016

Lady's sad struggles

LADY WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER AND SLIMMER...
Lady and I made a surprise appearance at the dog park this morning; we hadn't gone in several weeks for various reasons.

There were a couple of men and one or two dogs in the big-dog side when we got there, but they left before we got into the little-dog side. A black dog bellowed at us a few times as they drove away.

We only saw a couple of people — a woman I didn't know and a man (John) I do know. John had his dogs Daisy and Gracie with him, and they sniffed Lady all over. And John and I talked a few minutes.

We stayed about 45 minutes and got out of there.

The worst part came at the end. Lady had no trouble getting into the car when we went to the park; she climbed right into the floorboard, then popped up onto the seat. Coming home, she struggled and couldn't get into the floorboard. I tried to help, with no avail.

Finally, she went back down to the ground and stood there. I grabbed her harness and lifted enough so she could get into the car.

It's happened before, and it's always sad when it happens. Once, she fell over on her right side in the floorboard, but she was able to get up herself.

It'll get worse as she gets older (she'll unofficially be 16 on Oct. 1). Sigh.

NOTE: Lady passed on Sept. 17, 2016; that was just two weeks short of her unofficial 16th birthday. We got her Oct. 1, 2002.

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Friday, August 19, 2016

Worrying about my old dog

OUR FUZZY LADY LIKES COLD WEATHER.
I had a real scare last winter, although some people might say I was being silly.

First, our dog Lady drank a ton of water, lapping it over and over and over and... It seemed like her drinking lasted for several minutes.

Then she ignored the food I'd given her and laid down on the floor in the living room. Finally, she got up and went downstairs to the basement. Presumably, I figured, she'd go outside through the dog door and do her business.

But for more than two hours, she didn't come back upstairs, and I got worried. What was wrong with her?

When my wife got up in the middle of the night, I told her about Lady, and we both went downstairs to look for her. I was afraid of what we'd find, since Lady IS a 15-year-old pooch.

I opened the basement door, and Lady looked up at us innocently. It was like, "What's up? What's going on? Why are you both up?" She had just been enjoying the cool night air.

No, I didn't feel like a fool. I felt major relief.

She's lying beside my foot now and breathing heavily in sleep.

And I'm just happy she's still with us.

NOTE: Lady passed on Sept. 17, 2016; that was just two weeks short of her unofficial 16th birthday. We got her Oct. 1, 2002.

CONTACT: I can be reached at tgilli52@gmail.com or nc3022@yahoo.com. Also, my Twitter handle is EDITORatWORK.
Blog entries by Tom Gillispie
• Advice for be and would-be novelists

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EDITOR@WORK blog entries

Blog entries from The Auto Racing Journal
(a book of great stories about the Intimidator)
(the book of great NASCAR stories)