QUOTE OF THE DAY: "If your dog doesn't like someone you probably shouldn't either." Unknown
THIS IS: National Safe At Home Week
Mom's home and I am one happy dog. I'm going to help take care of her along with dad. First, I am going to follow her from room to room to be there in case she falls. I'll let her land on me so she doesn't hurt herself. I'll be able to lick her tears and I'll be there to comfort her.
I sleep with her, too. Sometimes when dad is still up and mom calls for him he doesn't hear her. I'm there and I bark for him. I am wherever mom is. If she's watching TV on the porch I am laying right beside the couch. If she's at her desk, I am there, too. I don't want mom to be alone and I don't want her to go away again.
Every day I nudge her bad hand and lick it. She can't pet me with her right hand and I'm hoping my kisses will make it all better.
Mom does her exercises every day so she can get stronger. She's able to walk around the house now without any aids. She's even managed to make a few meals. But dad still feeds me and the cats.
I love it after dinner when me, dad and mom go for a walk. Mom goes in her wheelchair, dad pushes and mom has me on a leash. I pull mom along and dad steers. Mom loves it. She's always smiling and laughing...Oh the little pleasures. I'm glad the cats can't come along. This is my special time with mom and dad.
I know how much mom appreciates what I do to help her because she tells me what a good dog I am and she tells me she loves me all the time.
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Wednesday, August 15, 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "As many know brain injury comes in many forms. The most prevalent brain injuries - stroke and trauma - affect more than 2.2 million Americans and these numbers are expected to grow." Allyson Schwartz
THIS IS: Feeding pets of the homeless week
Mom was away again for close to six weeks. I finally found out where she was when dad took me to see her. We went to this building that had a lot of bedrooms and old people living there. What was mom doing there? She already had a home. I heard someone say stroke. Did that mean she could never pet me again? Feed me? Take me for walks? Dad was doing all of that now.
As soon as I saw mom, I ran to her and started licking her. I was so happy to see her. I laid in bed with her and curled up at her feet. Me, mom and dad would all lie on the bed at night and watch TV. It was a bit crowded, but cozy.
Mom couldn't walk. She was in a chair with huge wheels and foot rests. And dad had to wheel her around. We'd all go for a walk outside. Dad would tuck mom in at night, and then we'd leave her there and go home. What was wrong with mom? What was a stroke? It must mean something horrible. When was mom coming home?
When I got home from seeing mom, I reassured Mickey and Minnie that mom was okay. They seemed pleased with the news but you know how cats are...they just continued to clean themselves. I think they were jealous because I saw mom and they didn't.
Dad took me a few more times to see mom. Other people in that place looked forward to seeing me, too. But my mom's roommate was afraid of me. All I wanted to do was lick her hand and help her get better.
While mom was in the nursing home she kept saying she didn't belong there because she was too young to have had this happen to her. But she had therapy to help her walk and use her right hand again. She seemed to enjoy therapy.
Mom also talked a little funny. A very nice lady helped mom to speak normal again. That was good because I had trouble understanding her sometimes.
When dad would leave mom at night, I always wondered why mom didn't leave with him. It was lonely at home without her. We all missed her very much.
DaisyDodblog is written bi-weekly with a new post entered evert other Wednesday.
Copyright 2012
THIS IS: Feeding pets of the homeless week
Mom was away again for close to six weeks. I finally found out where she was when dad took me to see her. We went to this building that had a lot of bedrooms and old people living there. What was mom doing there? She already had a home. I heard someone say stroke. Did that mean she could never pet me again? Feed me? Take me for walks? Dad was doing all of that now.
As soon as I saw mom, I ran to her and started licking her. I was so happy to see her. I laid in bed with her and curled up at her feet. Me, mom and dad would all lie on the bed at night and watch TV. It was a bit crowded, but cozy.
Mom couldn't walk. She was in a chair with huge wheels and foot rests. And dad had to wheel her around. We'd all go for a walk outside. Dad would tuck mom in at night, and then we'd leave her there and go home. What was wrong with mom? What was a stroke? It must mean something horrible. When was mom coming home?
When I got home from seeing mom, I reassured Mickey and Minnie that mom was okay. They seemed pleased with the news but you know how cats are...they just continued to clean themselves. I think they were jealous because I saw mom and they didn't.
Dad took me a few more times to see mom. Other people in that place looked forward to seeing me, too. But my mom's roommate was afraid of me. All I wanted to do was lick her hand and help her get better.
While mom was in the nursing home she kept saying she didn't belong there because she was too young to have had this happen to her. But she had therapy to help her walk and use her right hand again. She seemed to enjoy therapy.
Mom also talked a little funny. A very nice lady helped mom to speak normal again. That was good because I had trouble understanding her sometimes.
When dad would leave mom at night, I always wondered why mom didn't leave with him. It was lonely at home without her. We all missed her very much.
DaisyDodblog is written bi-weekly with a new post entered evert other Wednesday.
Copyright 2012
Saturday, August 4, 2012
THEY'RE BACK
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Adversity causes some men to break; others to break records."
THIS IS; LONDON 2012 SUMMER OLYMPICS
YEAH!!! Mom and Dad came back for me. Each morning when I woke up, I expected to see mom and have her take me out. She wasn't there. Other nice people took care of me while mom and dad were away. They fed me, took me for walks, and cuddled with me. I had a comfortable place to sleep and it was roomy enough, but it wasn't like being at home in bed with mom and dad.
The most fun were the play dates with other dogs whose moms and dads were on vacation too. Some of my new friends were Ziggy, Bella, Rose, and Izzy. The other dogs were so much fun. I also chased a ball and wrestled. I was an alpha dog...whatever that means. I t must be good because I didn't get scolded.
Very early one morning, I was lying in my kennel when I heard mom's voice. I heard dad, too. I dragged the attendant to the reception area when she came for me. I know I am not supposed to, but I jumped all over mom and dad when I saw them because I couldn't contain my excitement.
I enjoyed the comfort of the car ride home. I always have the back seat and I pace from side to side window looking at the people in other cars. Sometimes I try to sneak into the front seat but mom won't let me; she says it's dangerous.
When we pulled into the driveway, I knew I was home. I ran into the house makling sure everything was safe. I chased Mickey and Minnie to let them know I missed them, too.
Mom gave me a special treat she brought all the way home from Hawaii. it tasted so good. Then she fed me breakfast and took me for a walk. Things were getting back to normal. When mom abd dad came home, I got a new squeaky toy. I play with it every dat. It's my favorite.
Everyone was really, really nice at Best Friends. But it wasn't home and they weren't mom and dad.
A little while later, mom got sick and she was gone for more than a month. More about that another time.
DaisyDogBlog is written bi-weekly with a new post every other Wednesday
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Coptright: 2012
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "Adversity causes some men to break; others to break records."
THIS IS; LONDON 2012 SUMMER OLYMPICS
YEAH!!! Mom and Dad came back for me. Each morning when I woke up, I expected to see mom and have her take me out. She wasn't there. Other nice people took care of me while mom and dad were away. They fed me, took me for walks, and cuddled with me. I had a comfortable place to sleep and it was roomy enough, but it wasn't like being at home in bed with mom and dad.
The most fun were the play dates with other dogs whose moms and dads were on vacation too. Some of my new friends were Ziggy, Bella, Rose, and Izzy. The other dogs were so much fun. I also chased a ball and wrestled. I was an alpha dog...whatever that means. I t must be good because I didn't get scolded.
Very early one morning, I was lying in my kennel when I heard mom's voice. I heard dad, too. I dragged the attendant to the reception area when she came for me. I know I am not supposed to, but I jumped all over mom and dad when I saw them because I couldn't contain my excitement.
I enjoyed the comfort of the car ride home. I always have the back seat and I pace from side to side window looking at the people in other cars. Sometimes I try to sneak into the front seat but mom won't let me; she says it's dangerous.
When we pulled into the driveway, I knew I was home. I ran into the house makling sure everything was safe. I chased Mickey and Minnie to let them know I missed them, too.
Mom gave me a special treat she brought all the way home from Hawaii. it tasted so good. Then she fed me breakfast and took me for a walk. Things were getting back to normal. When mom abd dad came home, I got a new squeaky toy. I play with it every dat. It's my favorite.
Everyone was really, really nice at Best Friends. But it wasn't home and they weren't mom and dad.
A little while later, mom got sick and she was gone for more than a month. More about that another time.
DaisyDogBlog is written bi-weekly with a new post every other Wednesday
e-mail: daisydog1@cfl.rr.com
Coptright: 2012
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