Saturday, December 8, 2018

Days of Grace and Goals for Bailey

The end of another week, as Christmas draws closer. 
~Rhett~

This week ended with Bailey back at the Internist for x-rays and an ultrasound in hopes of finding the cause for her cough and all the problems that it brings about for her.

Unfortunately, the Internist "identified a 3.9 cm mass deep in the abdomen that is likely pressing on her esophagus."  This mass is expected to grow and will eventually cause discomfort or blockage. This mass in particular, because of where it is, is totally inoperable. Even if Bailey were a younger dog, the Internist does not feel that removing it would be an option.  And if that weren't enough (and it was) also found was another mass between Bailey's ribs.
~Bailey waiting for her tests~
Given all of that, and at the recommendation of the Vet, I've discussed everything with the medical-coordinator from the rescue and together we have decided to make and keep Bailey happy and comfortable but not pursue any further treatment for her. She will of course have any needed medications and vet care, but there will be no "extreme measures" taken to prolong her life. 

So, as we begin Bailey's precious days of grace, I will do as I always do.....  To really (really) try to not dwell on what's to come. And if I have learned anything about this kind of diagnosis, I know to just forget what the vet says and remember to live in and savor the moments together. It also helps to think and remain positive and set goals and do our best to reach them. Bailey is feeling well, she is not coughing, she has a really good appetite, and is up and around. She is happy.  So, for our first goal it will be an easy one, Christmas and onto New Years.  The big goal will be her 14th birthday that comes in March. I think with your cheering her on, and POTP, we will make it together.
~Good night from Bailey~

Sunday, December 2, 2018

The Scottish Terrier

Our weather this weekend has been foggy, with watery splatters, thin drizzle, drizzle strengthening to steady rain, with a low ceiling of clouds, chased by cold damp temperatures. What dreary weather.

Seeing Todd sitting outside, all by himself this morning in the rain, fog and cold, reminded me of the origin of the Scottish Terrier and the description written by the Westminster Kennel Club, that perfectly describes them.
"The Scottish Terrier’s character and personality reflect the bleak and lonely moors of his origin. Life to him is serious, to be met with dignity, reserve and stout heart. He is by nature aloof, but to the accepted few friends and family his devotion is deep and lifelong. A secure place in his home, understanding and companionship are essential to his happiness. In spite of his independent spirit, his strong desire for approval will win compliance with your wishes where harsh words and punishment will fail. To those who appreciate his unique character, the Scottish Terrier is a friend and companion, second to none."

I hope you're having a good weekend! 
~Todd, feeling the glow of Christmas, already!~

Saturday, December 1, 2018

Spare Change

With my work week now only being 3 days, they seem to fly even quicker.  Now I get everything done on Wednesday, instead of Friday, so I can be a "stay-at-home-dog-mom" by Thursday.
~Time to check those tree lights~
This Thursday I took Alf to the vet.  He is all healed from his first surgery so it's time to move onto the next treatment that he needs.  Dental work. He has at least 3 teeth that will need to be extracted, and of course they'll need to be cleaned too. After the console, I had no real plans for the rest of the day.
~Alf, ready for the next step~
So, I decided to take a small road trip. The vet that I'd taken Alf to was in the same direction as a parcel of property that is for sale in the neighboring county. The land and its location really caught my eye, so much so, that I contacted our realtor about it.
~I think it's this view that has caught my attention~
I was about an hour from home, and knowing I needed gas I decided to wait because gas in this neighboring county is almost 50 cents less per gallon.  My thriftiness became my downfall because when I got to the gas station, I suddenly realized in my rush to get Alf to his appointment, I'd forgotten my wallet. I had no money, no credit card, no ID, nothing.  And, my gas tank was almost on empty. I scrounged through everything and came up with $2.60ish in loose change. It would buy enough gas to get me pretty close to home,
~The not-so-good-start at looking for spare change~
But I knew once I was closer to home I could count on my friends to help me if I needed them. So, I went in to buy the gas, and explained why I was buying so little with change. Before I realized it, a man behind me in line said he'd give me a couple extra dollars that he had, and another man behind him did the same, even offering to fill my tank. (I thanked him, but said I only wanted to get home).  Between the two men in line, and I can't be sure, but maybe even the lady behind the counter, I ended up with $10 for gas. More than enough. I do not think I could not have been more thankful for their kindness. Alf also thanked them with tail wags and we were soon on our way home.
~Hope safe 'n sound with Alf!~
I thought about going to see the property. But decided against it. It'll have to wait for another day. When I have more gas and my wallet.

Friday, November 23, 2018

Hopefuls after Thanksgiving

Happy day after Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays because it’s all about getting together and reconnecting with the people we care about and remembering what we have to be thankful for - And it is of course a day, and a day after where you have an excuse to overeat.
~No one home in a now visible birdhouse in one of our trees~
We had a really nice dinner at home. I'll admit that this year, the table was not going to make the cover of a decorating magazine. Don't get me wrong, I really do love a beautifully set table, especially for a holiday or special occasion. Who doesn't?
~This was NOT our table because I am NO Martha Stewart....~
But I have to say that it's totally lost on my husband and brother. So because of that, I didn't feel the pressure to morph into Martha Stewart for the day. It's never going to happen today or any day for that matter, and it's okay!

Max, (below) cares nothing about Martha Stewart. After dinner and dessert he came to the table hoping there may be something left for him.
Another hopeful after dinner was Sunny. I don't write much about Sunny, and I should. He is slowing down a bit and the cold days are hard for him because of his arthritis. He avoids the spotlight and especially a camera whenever he can. But he doesn't realize that I'm taking his picture with my phone, so Sunny is staying around when he sees it in front of him.
But all the dogs did get a little bit of turkey added to their evening meal, the ultimate treat for them. Todd, checking out the refrigerator this morning, is hoping for the same thing this morning. Again,m he and the others were not disappointed.
Now with one holiday behind us, it's onto the next one. Our foster girl Nina is now available for adoption via Lab Rescue. So she's also hopeful and waiting and ready to find her forever home.