Thursday, April 19, 2018

Dog Years

Our two miniature dachshunds will be 14 years old this summer, which definitely makes them senior citizens.  The average life expectancy for dachshunds is 12 to 15 years.
They are both beginning to show signs of aging.  It had to happen, but it makes me a little sad.
Dusty has gained weight, and has cataracts on both eyes.  In the past few weeks,  those two conditions have combined to make her unable to jump up into the chair where they spend most of their day.  At first, she would try and come up short, then wait for us to pick her up.  Lately, she doesn't even try.  She spends her time in a dog bed I bought a couple years ago - a dog bed she wouldn't have anything to do with until now.
I'm not sure I can blame Tinker's latest problem on age. 
A couple weeks ago, when they almost caught that squirrel, Tinker injured her tail.  I don't think she broke it - she still won't let us touch it - but she probably dislocated a vertebra near the base of her tail.
We had no idea she was hurt - she seemed fine after the squirrel chase until the first time she had to poop, then she yelped in pain - almost sounded like she had been snake bit. 
She is  OK otherwise, but normal position and movement involved in bowel movements is still painful.  Instead of hunkering in one spot like she has done all her life, she now spins in a circle, and sort of slings her droppings.  That would be fine except instead of picking out a spot out in the yard, she consistently does this just out the back door.

Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Goats 2

Just back from feeding my neighbor's goats. 
I still haven't got a good look at the little buggers.  They stay inside their dog house.  I had hoped that putting out food would coax them out where I could see them, maybe even get a picture, but I guess they weren't hungry.

Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Goats

I may have mentioned before that we have a new neighbor (since December) who is only around about half of the time.  He works in Africa, and has a 28 day on / 28 day off schedule, so we only see him every other month.
He stopped by yesterday to say he was leaving again, and asked me if I would feed his goats while he is gone.
I don't mind doing it, but I wonder why he bought them in the first place without knowing he had someone lined up to take care of them, and I wonder what it is about me that made him think that I would.

Monday, April 16, 2018

The Ultimate First Lady



I met Barbara Bush in 1963. 
I was a student at Houston's Academy of Radio, and was hired to ride around Southwest Houston in a van, playing patriotic music and urging residents to vote for George in his first attempt at politics. an unsuccessful run for the U. S. Senate.
At the end of the day, we were invited to the Bush's home.  They were so kind, and Barbara was so gracious that I was almost embarrassed that I was being paid for my efforts.  I left thinking that there's a lady I would vote for, and nothing she has done since has changed my mind. 

Sunday, April 15, 2018

Marathon

Today is the fifth anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombing.
Just thought I would mention it.

Saturday, April 14, 2018

Late Night Fright

Since her surgery, Honey has to wear a protective cover over her eye at night.  It's there to keep her from poking her eye while asleep, and it does a fine job.
Last night though, She woke up about three in the morning convinced that it had been pushing on her eye while she slept and had screwed up the procedure.  She had been sleeping on that side, and the lower edge of the cover had left a channel where it had been digging into her cheek.
It was all a false alarm.  Her vision's fine, but it took a half hour or so before she could calm down enough to go back to sleep.

Friday, April 13, 2018

Recuperation Review

Honey continues to recuperate from her cataract surgery.  Things are OK, but she is a little worried because, after the amazing progress of the first 24 hours, things have slowed down.
All of the drops she has to put in her eye are thick and creamy. They don't burn when we put them in any more, but they do blur her vision, and they seem to stay around forever.
 I haven't mentioned this before, but after they took her back on the morning of the surgery, I was walking out to the truck and tripped and fell in the parking lot.  I bruised and abraded both knees, and jammed my elbows and shoulders - no serious damage, but I have been dealing with some annoying aches and pains.
We are recuperating together, and I'd guess you'd say we are both ready for things to get better sooner rather than later.