When we left for vacation 3 weeks ago, our lab was old but reasonably functional. But in the three weeks we were gone, he aged an awful lot. He barely gets up anymore, even for food, and is having a difficult time finding his food bowl and gets confused that it is okay to eat. In the three weeks, it is like he went from an old person who is a little confused at times to drooling in a wheelchair. He was loved in our absence (our son and our dog-crazy friend watched him) and exercised daily during that time, but it is like the character said in The Sun Also Rises, it happened gradually then suddenly. So it seems to be with our dog’s aging. Poor guy.
A new app can now track whether a dog walker is walking the dog. But brother strikes again… What happened to trust? Where we trust that 90% of people do their jobs, so there is no need for micromanagement? We all worry about Big Brother, but perpetuate it by tracking everyone and everything. 😦
Me: “Go potty.”
Dog: (stares at me, as if to say, huh?).
Me: “Go Potty.”
Dog: (Rrreeetttcccchh! Vomits his entire dinner on the lawn. Looks back at me, wags tail timidly, as if to say, Is it okay that I did that?).
Dog: (Perks up, takes two steps towards the hosue as though his job is done and he can return to his bed. Has not yet gone potty. When he finally goes, I swear it is at least several quarts and I have no clue where all that water came from or, more importantly, why he needed to be asked to go potty).
A western lowland gorilla was killed yesterday to save a 4 year old boy who fell into his area…. Per Wikipedia: They are foragers but favor locations based on time/season over an 18 mi sq area. Non aggressive, tend to be 1 male and 3 female plus young. In caltivity, up to 62% show signs of stress in the form of hair pulling… Opinion: Zoos are the wrong execution of the right idea, basically imprisonment of animals. We have zoos currently I think to protect animals and educate our youth that we share this Earth, which is great but means a living creature is sentenced to life imprisonment. I feel like zookeepers are saints but the concepts of zoos is bad… How many humans and animals does our society incarcerate? Awful.
The dog got into something, and was spraying all kinds of bodily fluids out yesterday evening. We gave him yogurt and tried to settle his tummy down, but since I was worried that he might not make it through the night without defecating in the house, I tucked him in atop a carpet of garbage sacks. This morning I awoke to find a mess (poop) everywhere *but* the sacks.
Of course, he Didn’t make a peep effort soiling the floors.
I was about to throw away a peanut butter jar lid when I noticed the dog staring at me. I decided to be nice and let him lick at the lid before tossing it away, and put it on the floor. Next thing I know, the lid is shooting all around the floor as he tried to stabilize it enough to lick at it. Comical to watch, and kept the dogs occupied for 5 minutes.
R had just finished 1st grade and L kindergarten when we brought that fuzzy yellow lab puppy home for the first time. He grew quickly, and was with us — getting into all kinds of mischief — as we went on family trips, family outings, moved a couple of times and went through the absolute fun madness that is living in a family of 4 high energy people.
Now T is old. He has gone from sprinting away at every opportunity to barely able to walk on our walk. As I type this he is wheezing in a deep sleep on the floor behind me, a place that he occupies probably 22 hours a day. Honestly, I am not all that sure he knows where he is half the time. At the same time, our kids are so close to college. All the family pancake breakfasts and the family Mexican food dinners and the family pizza/movie nights in front of the big screen TV are in the past.
It makes me very sad. Those days when everything I did all day every day was about the family are gone, and I just don’t want them to be. I truly hope that I am allowed to keep those memories forever (dementia* is truly an awful thing).
* Note about warding off dementia: My wife read that balancing can help prevent dementia. So the yoga moves where we balance on one foot, trying to steady myself on a boat — those help ward off dementia. Who knew?? And who the heck thought to study that?? I’ve (literally) taken to standing on one foot when brushing my teeth or making my morning coffee.