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Deja Vu

all over again, ha ha. For years I’ve taken care of pets for free, a sort of barter system for the past ten years. The first time I did this I probably did 1,000 dog visits and got one in return. Some barter system as everyone was busy or away for the weekend. I should have made it a business.

Second time went OK because we were friends and exchanged dinners and/or got gift bags and became hooked on Pro Bars and especially SmartWool socks. I miss those gals and their pup.

Now we’re entering phase one again. My husband is away on business, herding dog of 10+ years is at my side and I thought I was going to die. I contacted my doctor. Thirty hours later his practice finally called and said he no longer takes a major insurance provider and that they can get me in ten days from now with someone else.

I said I’d heal myself (I am doing so), go to the emergency room, or die at home alone and leave a note blaming them. And no, they don’t get the dog. This woman, instead of saying “have a nice day” actually said “have a nice nap.” Yes, it was nice to finally get an hour’s sleep. Please forgive me for reporting these medical professionals through the appropriate channels.

The thing is that both my husband and I, and even our dog, see the good in people (and dogs) and trust them until they cannot be trusted. If that is a weakness, let me die having that weakness. The moment I become a bigot or a hater is the moment I cease to live anyways.

Last night with my legs swelled up twice their size I asked God to let me live because I’ve still more of His work to do here. I do not believe in organized religion but believe in God and know he sends me places for reasons. Sometimes I figure them out, sometimes not. Hey, I’m alive and now have to go because the dog just vomited all of today’s food under the dining room table. She even trusts old dead stuff she scarfs up in the park! I just know that when I’m sick no-one comforts me or takes Zoe out. I just get the strength to make it work and go on with life. Dee

 

Must Get To Work

but my dear husband got me up at 5:45 a.m. to take out the dog and make him breakfast so he could drive to a client two hours away and make it back before 4:30 when we have to leave for the airport.

btw, the bleach/dishwasher detergent solution worked fine for the whirlpool tub and I’d love to have a long soak today but no time. Plus I feel guilty doing anything but cleaning it because it takes up so much energy and water.

So, now I have sheets in the dryer so I can make up the bed for our new pet-sitter, a lovely young woman who is going to sleep with our dog Zoe for two nights. They’ve left a folder into which I have placed Zoe’s medical file. I can hear my m-i-l’s shock, but it would be even more expensive to put her on a plane to see you for the weekend, plus a hassle, M.

They also left a notebook, that I wrote in at seven this morning, “prepare to be herded.” I’ve placed post-it notes on cupboards for her food, treats, bags and essential phone numbers.

OK, I still don’t know what I’m going to wear or pack, but the dog is taken care of. This is going to cost more than our hotel! All because we’re new here and people aren’t lining up at the door to take Zoe home for the weekend. Where are all those nine year-old girls when I need them! Channel them, C! C is Zoe’s old sitter, who would do extra homework to be able to take Zoe for her pre-bedtime walk. Come visit in the summer with your folks, when we’re not living in 700 square feet of hockey fame!

Jim’s parents are dairy farmers and ranchers who consider dogs to be herders or guards, not house pets. They do like Zoe, though, and allow her in their home, which in eight years she has never soiled. She’s essential in the kitchen, where m-i-l M and I have marathon cooking sessions for “our boys.” She picks up anything that drops.

Over the years in SoCal I’ve come to see urban sheep-herding classes to allow herders some exercise. The practical farmer/rancher looks at this as they should, a bunch of yuppies who want a breed of dog they can’t handle.

Yes, we do spoil our dog. But her only clothing is a collar (OK, I bought another Greyfriars Bobby tartan collar from Scotland as a gift upon our return) and one winter coat for nasty weather that saves me from washing 1-2 towels.

Greyfriars Bobby

We’ve never had a sleepover dog-sitter and I’m spending my time waiting for sheets to dry so I can make the bed for her. And I still don’t know what to wear. But the dog and her sitter are well cared for. Cheers, Dee