The Worst of Times, The Best of Times

Setting aside that both Carl and my brother were both sick last week, there were other moments that were the best and the worst of times.

~The full and beautiful blue-blood moon this past week~

The best of times began with Lucky finding his new forever home. Priscilla came and loved Lucky, as did her Yellow Lab, Gabe.  At the end of their first week, aside from Lucky doing a little cat-chasing things have gone pretty well.

The worst of times was after Lucky left.  Looking back at it, I think there was relief that Lucky was gone, leaving the dogs all feeling a bit frisky and playful. Whatever it was, Todd's Napoleon complex reared its head when Jameson stood over him to get him to play, and Todd took offense to it. I'm not sure exactly how it happened, but Todd ended up with a gash in his neck.  By Monday it seemed to be healing nicely, but there was some redness on the edge of the wound, and Todd was limping.  Off to the vet on Monday evening after work.

The best is that the vet thought that Todd's wound will heal without any problems, but to make sure, she put 5 staples in it and put him on an antibiotic. I think he's looking a little bionic-frankensteinish.  .

Todd's limp was a whole other topic. He didn't limp a single time at the vet. But he did when I got him home, and set him onto the ground. Thinking that it's a soft tissue injury we have put Todd on crate rest.

There were a few other "worst of times" that I won't bore you with that included having to work the two days I'd scheduled to be off.  It left no spare time.

~On my way to work~ 

However Saturday was a reminder of the best of times.  We celebrated two years with our boy Jake. Two years ago he left a county shelter where he'd been taken to be euthanized because he was unable to walk.  Jake is slower now than he was even a few months ago and needs more help getting to his feet than he did before. But even at about 14 years old now, he still has that same spark that the shelter saw and felt should have a chance.

And speaking of spark - Long time readers will recall that when I first met Jake, he accompanied me to see Selma mansion. This 110 year old mansion is a pristine picture of the Old South. At the time I got Jake, Selma was a victim of time and severe neglect and vandalism. But like Jake, it was also "rescued."  The new owners of Selma have spared no expense whatsoever in its rebirth. Two years later, work is still continuing, but it is once again a beautiful and stunning home.
(click here to see for yourself on their Facebook page)

And Selma, like Jake is full of spark and life on the inside and out.

Finally, despite the really cold temps, Jake and I celebrated the milestone with an ice cream cone.  It was a good day that gave me a much needed reminder to remember the best of times and not to dwell on the worst. 

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