Winter makes us all move at a snail’s pace but for DH it’s his MS that does it.  Over the last several years, I’ve watched him slow down more and more.  He’s old before his time.  We try to keep a sense of humor about it but I can see how devastating the change is on him.

     We do joke about how the dogs take advantage of him.  They often devil him knowing that they are faster than he is and can stay J U S T out of his reach.  They enjoy playing moving roadblocks with him too.  It’s not one of his favorite doggy games.  If they could figure out how to hide his canes, they’d do that too for devilment.  BTs are loads of humor and mischief rolled into pig headed, muscle bound packages.

     We didn’t get to go fishing last season because his mother required a constant watch.  Maybe this coming season we will go again.  I think it will do him good.  There’s nothing as relaxing as sitting alongside a riverbank and occasionally catching something.  We find a spot and stick to it.  There’s no racing up and down the river for us.

     For now, we’ll keep taking life slow and easy as it comes and step aside for the speed demons.  There’s less traffic in our lane.