When Dear Hubby is having a bad day, it means his balance is off, he’s feeling weak, or he’s having serious trouble walking.  He’s not a person to sit back, rest, and relax.  He will push himself to his limits, which at times gets him into a bit of trouble.  Those are the days where I keep an eye on him and when, if I feel he’s pushed himself too far, I tell him so.

     The dogs seem to sense a bad day early on and have the wisdom to spend the morning lazing on the couch making no demands of him.  This is not the case once I get up, but I don’t mind.  The dogs and I go out into the yard and have several good romps.

     On his good days, which unfortunately are becoming fewer and fewer, DH will climb onto his mobility cart and run the dogs around the yard.  I get a kick out of watching from the kitchen window.  They play a form of tag and the dogs love it.  This is their game, no Mom allowed.  On some exceptional days, he’ll take the cart outside of the yard and one at a time, they go for a walk.  It benefits all three of them.  DH gets some fresh air and the two dogs get some excellent exercise.

     Now with fall here and winter approaching DH is becoming gloomy about the idea of having to remain indoors more.  He can no longer run the snow blower or shovel snow.  I don’t mind doing it though I’m hoping for another mild winter.  There’s a lot of shoveling needed out there when it snows.

     DH hates that he isn’t able to do things he used to do around the house.  We have two wonderful young men that live next door who never hesitate when we need their help.  I tell their mother daily that they are a blessing.  I can’t praise them enough.  On more than one occasion, they’ve run to help DH when he’s fallen.  They’ve even jumped over a fence to get to him quickly.