ARF, ARF, ARF
Quote of the day: "The advantage of a bad memory set one Julia several times the same good things for the first time. " Friedrich Nietzsche
This is: I forgot day
Arf, arf, woof, arf, woof woof
Mom got this new computer program a few days ago . she puts this silly looking thing on her head and talks to the computer. It magically types on the screen what she says. I am going to have to learn how to do this. it looks like fun, and it never talks back to her or scolds her. Yes, I must learn how to use this.
Mom left the computer on, and I got up on the chair. I barked to the microphone...arf, arf, arf.
I was telling mom that I love her. I wanted to leave her a nice message. I guess she couldn't translate it because she scolded me for being on her chair. How else am I supposed to enter this in my blog?
While mom was being pampered the of the day, dad put that silly thing on his head and talked to it also. They sure make some funny things, these people, I guess it's supposed to make their
lives easier.
Arf, arf, woof, grrr...the UPS truck drove by. This new gadget is fun. I admit it is easier talking into the microphone than trying to type on the keyboard. I don't make as many mistakes . My paws kept hitting the wrong keys.
Sometimes mom makes a mistake and tries to correct it. If it doesn't work the way she wants, she yells at it. That only makes things worse, then she corrects it manually. That kind of defeats the purpose of the program.
I think mom really likes Dragon. as you know she can only use one hand and one finger when she's on the computer. She told dad it is making in her writing life easier.
Dad really believes in the old saying, a happy wife makes a happy life.
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BRIDGE, THE GAME NOT THE STRUCTURE
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "GOOD SEX IS LIKE GOOD BRIDGE. If YOU DON'T HAVE A GOOD PARTNER, YOU'D BETTER HAVE A GOOD HAND." Mae West
THIS IS: The beginning of hurricane season.
Dad has a hobby. He loves to play bridge. It's kind of an outlet for him to get away from taking care of mom for a few hours. He enjoys it a lot and he's accumulating master points of many colors, red, silver, black, gold. I guess his goal is to become a master. He needs something like thousands of points for that. He's on his way.
Dad has regular weekly games scheduled on Mondays and Fridays. Sometimes he'll play on Wednesday or Sunday. He travels to Orlando and Tampa and Winter Garden for tournaments.
Mom urges him to play in the weekly games. But something isn't right. She was a little annoyed when he played one Monday. It was a holiday. Who schedules games on a holiday.
Mom wanted to go to the pool. After all it was Memorial Day.
Mom doesn't really understand the game at all. But when dad takes mom and me for a walk in the early evening, he rehashes the hands, He talks about slams and directions like north-south and east-west, bidding, etc. Mom nods knowingly, even though dad knows she doesn't get it.
Dad often comes in at first place. He's a really, really good bridge player. His mind works that way. Mom's mind is too scattered for the game. Her attention span is short and her patience even shorter.
Oh well, let them go and have their fun. Mom is content being at home on her own for a few hours. It gives her a little of her independence back and a chance to see friends if they are free..
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THIS IS: Strike out stroke month
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "He had a massive stroke. He died with his tie on. Do you think that could be our generation's equivalent of that old saying about dying with your boots on?"
Stephen King
I have regained my faith in human nature. Since I have become disabled through my stroke, I've realized how good people can be.
Most people hold doors open and say "sorry" or "excuse me" if they bump into my wheelchair.
A woman saw me waiting in line for the ladies room. She said "Here let me help you." She boldly led me to the front of the line and we waited until the handicapped stall opened up. She made sure I was okay and waited for me. Then she escorted me back to Don.
When Don and I went on our cruise we took a bus to and from the port. On the way back home, a man helped Don get me down the stairs and off the bus. He was very helpful.
While on the cruise, Don and I were listening to live music. He knows how much I love to dance. Since the stroke my emotions have been running wild, and I get teary eyed when I hear some music. A few tears were already falling. Don got up, helped me out of my chair and led me to the dance floor. He held me tight while we swayed to the music. After, a woman came up to me and said "You did very well out there." Now tears were streaming down my cheeks.
Don and I were on a boat tour through the Panama Canal. With Don's help, I walked to the front of the boat for a photo op. On the way back to my seat, a woman stopped me and told me how brave I was.
I get comments a lot about how brave I am. I am not brave. I am just trying to live my new way of life as best I can.
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CATS!!!!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: "In times of joy, all of us wished we possessed a tail we could wag."
THIS IS: Go Fetch! Food drive for Homeless Animals Month
When mom and dad brought me home, I didn't know there were two other adopted pets already living with them. There goes my dream of being an only pet. When I went to greet my new siblings, they both ran away...in opposite directions. Felines, they are so fickle.
The black one, Mickey, always runs, but the Hemingway is curious.We've been nose to nose, Minnie is so sweet. Even when I have her trapped on the floor, she just looks so cute. And I know she isn't really afraid of me. I think she's just cautious because I am so much bigger than her. Sometimes I can catch her. I restrain her with my paws and she just rolls over and looks at me.
Mickey sits on the coffee table and swats his paw at me, right on my nose. That doesn't scare me, he's declawed. When he jumps off the table and runs, I give chase. He is so fast and then he jumps up on something. I get yelled at for chasing, but Mickey started it. He sometimes confuses me, he, at times, leaves food in his bowl for me. Doesn't that mean he likes me? Tet, he won't let me near him. I don't get it. He jumps on the bed when I am there and he walks in front of me when I am on the sofa. I guess he thinks mom and dad are there to protect him.
OK, I admit it, I like the cats. Dogs aren't supposed to, but do.
Mom has been lobbying for another kitten. Is she trying to build a zoo in here? Dad says one dog and two cats are enough. I agree about the cats, but another dog for me to romp around with sounds like a good idea.
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Copyright: Cyndy Georgeff 2013
WHAT ARE THEY THINKING???
THIS IS: National frozen food month
National Cleaning Week
SAYING OF THE DAY: "A house is not a home without a dog."
Daisy has writer's block so I will write for her today. Did you ever wonder what your dog is thinking? We all know it is "I Love You" when they stare at us with those huge puppy dog eyes. And they are saying "I'm sorry" when their eyelids droop a bit when we are scolding them. When they lick their chops while we are eating a meal or a snack and their head and eyes follow every movement of our arm, they are saying "Please give me a taste." Daisy knows she gets a bite of a cookie fresh out of the oven. Yeah that look works. Her pleading eyes make me give in.
What are dogs thinking when they take something from a desk or counter? The other day Daisy took an empty prescription bottle off Don's desk. It didn't smell like beef or a dog treat. Why did she take that item and not the remote control, at least that has a similar shape to a bone, Did she expect to find a Snausage stuffed into it or did she take it because she could. What was she thinking? She didn't hide it very well. It was on the dining room carpet when we got home.
Daisy does not have the destroying gene in her DNA. She has never chewed on wood or leather furniture. She does not destroy shoes or pillows. Does she have a plastic fetish?
Daisy is really a good girl. When I walk my laps around the island in the morning, she is right there by my side walking with me. It doesn't matter that she sometimes almost trips me up, she thinks she is doing something good. I have to smile because she is. She follows me all over the house. Is she there to cushion my falls? It seems she wants to take care of me. That is okay because I need her at the foot of the bed at night, laying next to the shower stall and there for me when I get out. She's even at my feet when I am sitting on the toilet. Okay I get it...TMI.
Lets just keep wondering why they do what they do.
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THIS IS: DOG TRAINING EDUCATION MONTH
QUOTE OF THE DAY; "DOGS ARE MIRACLES WITH PAWS" Attributed to Susan Ariel Rainbow Kennedy
While mom and dad were on a cruise, I was on vacation,too. I was at Best Friends Kennel. I had a play date every day, and I got a good report card every day, too. I loved to wrestle with my new friends. I loved running with Champ, and I played with Abbey a few times. The weather was great and I enjoyed being outdoors,
My counselors were so sweet and seemed to like me. I liked cuddling with them, it was comforting.
But I really missed mom and dad. I missed sleeping in their bed with them at night and I missed watching television on the couch between them. I also really missed my morning walks with Uncle Terry.
I even missed my siblings. I love to chase Mickey and Minnie. They run away from me and jump on the counter or scoot under the bed where they know I cannot get at them. I don't want to hurt them, I just want to play. I love the chase.
The vacation was fun, but it sure is good to be home,
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copyright: 2013 Cynthia E. Georgeff
OH NO, NOT THE VET!!!
QUOTE OF THE DAY: Electricity is really just organized lightning. George Carlin
THIS IS: CELEBRATION OF LIFE MONTH.
Mom and Dad took me to the doctor the other day. I don't mind going there like a lot of my friends do. First, I get a ride in the car. I love the car. And the people there are so nice. A cute young girl gave me a few biscuits. Her voice was soft and soothing. Then she stuck a stick up my rear. I didn't like that at all. I tried to push it out, but she held tight. Whatever that was for, I'm normal. Oh yeah, before going into the exam room I had to get on the scale. I gained a couple of pounds, but I still look good. My walks and runs help keep me trim.
I was at the doctor's because of a few episodes that worried mom and dad. In the past eight or nine months I've stiffened and have been unable to move. My body shakes, too. The doctor says they were seizures, They don't hurt me and the doctor said to let them run their course. If they last longer than a few minutes or become more frequent or intense, then I may need medication.
The nice doctor examined me, then he brought out the clippers. Oh no!! My feet!! It doesn't hurt so I don't know why it scares me so much. I put up a fight, buy my nails got clipped anyway. Apparently I do a good job wearing them down on my own. But mom wanted them shorter, and I aim to please. Isn't that part of a dog's job?
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