I'm at the never-ending foot stage with two of my socks--you go around and around and around, and it looks like it's about the right length to start decreasing, but when you try it on--no, you still need another inch. So you go around and around and around and then try it on again, and no, you still need another inch. Repeat indefinitely... At least it seems so, to someone like me who isn't long on patience!
Last night about 8:00, Timber jumped on the bed where I was reading, looked me in the eye, and went WUFF! I sat there and thought about it--toy? No, there was his ball. Taenzer? No, it wasn't a play-with-me kind of bark. "Timber, do you have to go potty?" WUFF!! Jumped off the bed, ran into the living room, ran back to the bedroom to check on me because I'm so slow, ran back to the living room... Funny boy. He's getting the idea of letting Mommy know he has to go.
It was about 45 this morning, and he was thrilled. He just loves cool/cold weather, and as soon as he realized I was awake he started pestering his big sister and they started wrestling. Then when I'd gotten up and taken them out, he played the jump-off-the-bed, run-through-the-kitchen-into-the-living-room, bounce-off-the-futon, run-through-the-kitchen-into-the-bedroom, bounce-off-the-bed game, with a lot of noisy wrestling with Taenzer, who stayed on the bed, in between. I love to watch them play when they're happy.
We got a new shipment of dogfood yesterday, and I decided to treat them to some canned green tripe, which is completely stinky and gross-looking but they think it's the Food of the Gods. Taenzer smelled it when I opened the can and started whining: "Oh, my favorite, please hurry, please hurry!!" When I put her dish down she got this blissed-out expression like she was eating ice cream or something, and for a change I didn't have to coax Timber to eat. It's supposed to be very good for their digestion and very good for their coats. It's probably even healthier raw (if you can get it from grass-fed instead of corn-fed cattle), but frankly it's disgusting enough when it's processed enough to be canned. They sure like it, though.
Annie ate an entire can of cat food yesterday, which makes me very happy. Now if she'll just keep increasing her intake, maybe she'll regain some weight.
Speaking of which, I've lost 15 pounds since the end of August, and I'm still the same size. Actually, I know why--I'm not exercising. If I would do some stretches and lift some weights and do some crunches, things would tighten up. I think. This 55-year-old body is way different from the 40-year-old version. And I've got another 25 pounds to go to get my BMI down in "normal" range. Ah well, I'm just happy to have lost instead of gained and hope it keeps up.
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3 comments:
I'm so happy to hear that Annie is doing better. Maybe it just was the lack of meds. Your stories about Timber remind me so much of my Sam. He too comes to me, looks me in the eyes until he's got my attention and leads me to wherever he needs me to be at that moment, be it to get a tennis ball out from under the couch, or his big red ball out of the pool or he's got to go potty. Biko dosn't do that at all. They played outside together yesterday, like to happy puppies(he wanted to get Biko away from his ball, and she wanted to steal it).I loved watching them too, but Sam landed funny on one of his gimpy front legs and yellped, then limped away. That concluded the rare playing. It's such a pity, because he's young and has the strength, but all 4 of his legs are crap.
Isn't it adorable when they go out of their way to communicate like that? Like Biko, Taenzer doesn't do that either. I would love to have seen Sam and Biko playing. Poor boy--it's so sad about his legs, but he's got you to look after him. :)
I spent probably too much time with my dogs, but I know them, and understand them very well. They are different personalities and they show what they want in different ways, only I seem to understand. It's funny when the rest of the family always are stunned because I knew what was being asked.
Even the breeder of our dogs, saw when Sam was much younger how vocused he was on me. He seeks eye contact with me before he tells me what he wants. I love them!
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