It's Sad, I Tell Ya

It's just sad when lately a good day is when I get home after work to find I don't have to hose out a dog crate.

Unfortunately, by that account, yesterday was not a good day.

I think poor Buddy got ahold of some of the puppies' puppy chow again. That happened once last week and he got pretty sick in his crate, which he never does. I have since been very careful (or so I thought) to keep the food separated, but he may have gotten ahold of some yesterday morning. Poor baby boy. He was fine when I got home but man, talk about STINK and mess. GAG. Not nearly as bad as the first time though. I sure do love these crate bottoms that slide out for easy hosing down outside.

On the other hand, since I started giving the puppies actual puppy food instead of feeding them the same as the big dogs, they have NOT messed their crate. WOOHOO.

Just sad, I tell ya.

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So I am registering the kid for kindergarten tomorrow. Should be fun. Yesterday I had to go to the Social Security office and apply for a copy of her card, because who knows which parent has it and where it's at. Of course first I had to obtain a certified copy of the divorce decree giving me custody because SS wouldn't take a copy @#$%&*. Fortunately, I have her birth certificate and shot records, so we should be good to go.

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We went to visit Phillip last weekend. It was good to see him as always. The people who work there are all so NICE and helpful, unlike Pollock. It is too bad it is not better for him there too. His appeal is moving along finally and so hopefully soon he will have some time taken off, and also can put in for a transfer to a medium facility in March. Still a long time off but at least a light at the end finally.

Since I seem to have little incentive to write anything today, I leave you with this sweet and touching story:

Mary and her husband Jim had a dog, Lucky.

Lucky was a real character.

Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy.

Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing. Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's favorite toys. Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.

It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer.

Something told her she was going to die of this disease, she was just sure it was fatal. She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.

The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky.

A thought struck her... what would happen to Lucky?

Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him.

The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.

The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks.

Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable.

Finally, the day came for Mary to leave the hospital.

When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom. Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap.

Lucky stood watching Mary, but he didn't come to her when she called. It made Mary sad, but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.

When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot.

But panic soon gave way to laughter, when Mary realized the problem.

She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned!

While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love.

Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every night.

It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free.

Lucky?

He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.