Monthly Archives: February 2015
I saw a robin today…
According to the forecast, we will have a lovely day today. A high of 41 degrees sounds almost Springlike after the cold we’ve had.
Does seeing a robin yesterday trump all the dire six more weeks of winter groundhog predictions? I hope so.
Lucy was a very good girl about going outside in the bright sunshine we had yesterday. I’m sure she is looking forward to Spring as much as I am.
Gavin has always been a homebody and never enjoyed going away from his yard or house. Therefore, we didn’t take walks in the park with him. Lucy is another story. Looks like we’ll be going for daily walks in the park as soon as the weather gets nice enough to do so.
This will be a great way to drop both hers and my weight and we can work on her training too. Socializing her is easy. She loves people and new places.
You all have a good one!
I am holding my Daddy. He needed a cuddle.
Letters from the pups.
Dear Readers,
Dis winter weather is too much. I do not like it one bit. When are we going to hit dat lottery dat Momma says will give us a nice warm beach house? (Deep sigh)
Momma says at least I has been a good girl and pooped outside the last two times. But I’ll tell you what, it is so cold and windy I might not go out later. If I do, I might just pee on the top step or inside at the door.
Phooey on 18 degrees and forty-five MPH winds.
Can you all tell Old Man Winter to pack his bags and leave?
Dis be Lucy signing off.
Dear Readers,
My sister is such a wuss. I go out in the snow without a hoodie and hat.
You all take care and stay warm.
Gavin.
Laughing at Lucy.
Oh, this poor girl truly hates snow and cold. She is a creature after my heart. We heartily agree that the cold and snow can go away.
She protests every trip outside and is quick to dash back in. Then she insists on a warming period on the couch all wrapped up in her fuzzy blanket. Tonight she is sporting her grey one since the gold blanket is in the dryer at the moment.
She is so different from Gavin who doesn’t mind the snow in the least and hates to be covered up.
What a pair. We love them and they always manage to make us laugh.
I hear it’s normal to want to run away…
It breaks my heart when The Curmudgeon has a bad day as he did yesterday. I also get angry. Angry at his Multiple Sclerosis and angry at him.
The disease for taking a strong man and destroying all that he once was.
Him for giving up and not fighting back. For sitting in his damned chair every day and letting the freaking disease beat him.
I wish we had a light at the end of the tunnel but we know there isn’t an end to this tunnel. Thus no light ahead of us.
Secondary progressive MS is not like cancer where you can cut away at it, radiate it, bombard it with chemo-therapy, and have some hope of regaining your life.
Yes, we have more days of hopelessness than hope.
Winter makes it ten times more depressing to be him and to be the person who loves him watching him fade away.
Somewhere there’s a beach house with my name on it. Heck, I’d take a beach shack these days.
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