I’ve been MIA for a while. Sorry. I try to do better, but seems that “life” steps in and changes my plans.
Anyway, I couldn’t let today go by without posting a couple of pictures of Tippy. Today marks 8 years since I brought her home. It doesn’t seem possible that it has been that long already.
She is doing good, but I did find out a couple of months ago that she has a hypoactive thyroid and some arthritis in her back. She’s doing great on the medications they prescribed for her. I’m very thankful. But was hard to hear those words, “Well, at her age….” already.
To celebrate, we took a walk into the neighbor’s field and then she got her favorite treat, a nearly empty peanut butter jar.
Last night, I accidently hit the lid of my laptop, making a weird noise. Tippy came running to see what was going on, but she was sure that the noise had come from the garage. Based on her looks and actions, this is the conversation that ensued.
“Tippy. It was just me. I hit the computer. See?” as I tried to imitate the sound.
“But mom. I’m sure it came from the garage. I believe you think you know what it was, but my ears are much better than yours. I really need to check it out.”
“Tippy. I promise you. It was the computer.” I pleaded.
“We really need to check, just to be sure.” she said as she looked toward the door.
“Okay. Come on.” I gave in because I knew she wasn’t going to give up.
We walk over, I turn on the light, and open the door. She stood in the doorway, listening and looking around.
“You were right. There was nothing there.” she says as she turns around to go nonchalantly back to her spot on the couch.
I was glad that she let me know she thought something was awry. I do think it is funny that she won’t give up until she checks it out herself. She has done something similar before, but it usually involves a lot of barking. It’s really bad if someone on TV knocks at the door. Even though the TV is not in the same direction of the garage, she runs to it, barking. (This is the door where most of our visitors enter. There is no door bell, so they have to knock.) I have to let her inspect before she is satisfied that no one is there and all is well. She really is a good dog.
I gave her a treat for posing for the above recreation – I didn’t have the camera handy last night. This the only way I can get her to look at the camera.
When I got home from my Sunday morning visits with the neighbor and my mom, I turned Tippy loose and told her I had to change clothes and I’d be right out to go for our walk. When I walked back into the kitchen, I spied her looking in the back porch window. She literally looked me up and down to see what clothes I had put on.
Upon walking outside, she came bounding off of the porch, looking at me expectantly. She has gotten used to me waiting for my Garmin phone to synch with the satellites. When it does, it makes a buzzing sound. As soon as she hears it, she takes off, knowing I won’t be far behind. Sometimes, I think she is a little bit too smart for her own good.
You may remember my neighbor’s dog, Esther, who came up for a couple of playdates with Tippy last year. (See my June 28,2020 post. Sorry, but I haven’t figures out how to link the page with the new WordPress editor. I’ll work on that.) The owners were planning to get her spayed after her first estrus cycle. Unfortunately, they had her outside and the neighbor’s pit pull came over and….well, you can guess the rest of the story.
Today was the day that the puppies chose to come into the world. The family are Seventh Day Adventists, so everyone but mom, I’ll call her Ms A., went to church this morning. That was probably good since the 5 and 2 year old would have been too much for Esther to handle while trying to deliver. When I found out, I decided to go down in case she needed any help and just to witness that miracle of birth.
When I got there, she already had three puppies. She got up from where she was laying and came over for me to pet her. Ms A. was really surprised because she had been growling at all of the family if they got anywhere near the box where she was laying. I guess she remembered me and likes me. Who knows.
She went back to her corner and about 30 minutes later the fourth one was born. It amazes me how they have the instinct to clean up the puppies and that the puppies have the instinct to crawl around until they find the milk supply. Here is number 4 right after it was cleaned and all of them eating. Can you guess which one is the oldest and which is the youngest?
I went back later to see if there were any more puppies and just to visit with the family. There were no more. Four was all she had. She is being such a great mom. The older one was already trying to explore his surroundings. The two with black spots are male and the two that are mostly white are female.
I am looking forward to watching them grow and getting to play with them a little bit before they find them all forever homes. I’m sure you will see lots of pictures in the coming weeks.
I have had my second follow up from my open heart surgery and everything is going well. He still doesn’t want me to lift anything over 25 pounds or play tennis for about 4 more weeks. We want to make sure the sternum is completely healed first. But things are looking up as a lot of the restrictions I had have been lifted.
For the first time since September, I subbed at daycare yesterday. I still can’t lift the children, but I can do what they call the floater job – serve lunch, do dishes, and relieve teachers for their break while the kids are napping. The 4 and 5 year old’s were so glad to see me back and I got plenty of hugs. I really missed that.
I was also given permission to start running yesterday – taking it easy at first. Years ago I would have never thought I would say this, but I was so excited to be able to run! I had originally intended to take Tippy for a walk as soon as I got home and then go run. But, sometimes, she has her own agenda and disappears in the field for a while. So, instead, I took her a short, on leash walk out the driveway, put her on her tie out, and went out for my run.
I did a walk/run interval session – walking 4 minutes and running one, repeat, for 36 minutes. It wasn’t much, but it’s a start and felt so good. The weather was wonderful yesterday with sunny skies and 62°F. The sky was so blue and the daffodils are blooming. Spring is on it’s way.
When I got home, I turned Tippy loose, changed shoes, and went out for our walk. I was expecting her to be anxiously patiently waiting for me, but instead, I saw this.
When our neighbor has a cow die, he buries it somewhere in the field. Something digs them up and Tippy takes advantage, confiscating a bone every now and again. This one seemed to be particularly good because she had no interest in a walk. The bone was just too delicious.
We did take a walk today and these “old fashioned” daffodils were blooming where one of my ancestor’s house used to be. At least, that’s what mom calls them. They are probably an heirloom variety of some sort. They are pretty, but the bloom doesn’t last very long.
I did a little research to see if I could find a name for them, but had no luck. I did however, learn that the name daffodil is from the Dutch for “affo dyle” which means “that which cometh early.” I love that.
I totally forgot to include this selfie of me and Tippy in yesterday’s post. We were happy to see each other.
We are both trying to readjust to her being home. I had a major dog mom fail on Friday evening. I let her out at around 5 pm so she could run around a little more and do her business before she came in for the night. I got engrossed in some things I was doing on the computer and noticed it was getting pretty dark. My first thought was, I need to turn on the light. Then, I panicked and thought, “Oh no! I forgot about Tippy!” Ooops. When I looked, she was patiently standing at the front door, waiting to come in. Bless her heart.
I’m a light sleeper, so had a hard time falling asleep the first night because I woke up every time she moved. Then, she wasn’t used to me sleeping in the living room recliner, so seemed to be a little discombobulated and at one point went into the bedroom – like she “knew” she should be in a different room from me, but that it was all wrong.
I was gone most of the day on Saturday to attend my neighbor’s funeral and visit with the family afterwards. I felt bad that I had to leave her all alone after she just got home, but she didn’t seem to mind. When I did get home, we took a nice walk back into the neighbor’s field and played some Frisbee. She still has a lot of energy for an almost 8 year old.
That night, we went to sleep better, but she licked me on the nose and woke me up at 2 am. She proceeded to the door whining. From previous experience, I know that if she wants out in the middle of the night, she really does need to go. So, I got up, got wrapped up, and took her out. It was cold and had just started snowing. She did her business fairly quickly, thankfully.
When we came back in, I sat down in the recliner and she sat on my feet, wanting to be petted. I did that for a few minutes and then started to lean back to try to go to sleep. She was going to have nothing of that and tried to climb in my lap. I couldn’t let her up there because she could have hurt my breastbone…from the surgery. I figured she just wanted to cuddle, so I chose to spend the rest of the night on the couch. She did jump up and lay beside me for about 45 minutes. I guess she just needed to be reassured that I was there and everything was okay.
When we got up the next morning, we had almost two inches of snow. It was already above freezing though, so it was melting quickly and big clumps were falling off of the tree limbs. Since Tippy and I love walking in the snow so much, I drank a cup of coffee and then we set out on a stroll through the snowy woods. It was really pretty and we both enjoyed the early morning jaunt.
Because the temperatures were so warm, there was fog on the hills. It gave the scene a peaceful, eerie feeling.
We took another walk in the afternoon and I think Tippy was wondering where all of the white stuff went.
After that walk, her feet were filthy. She finally let me clean them off so she could come inside. I rewarded her with an almost empty peanut butter jar. Can you say “peanut butter coma?” LOL
I’m so glad that she is home. We both still have a little bit of adjusting to do, but I’m sure we’ll be back into our normal routine in no time at all.
Over the last 8 weeks, Tippy has only been home a week and a half. I’m so glad that I have such a good friend/sitter who is willing to take care of her when needed and treats her like one of her own. I don’t know what I would have done had it not been for her!
It snowed yesterday and last night. You know Tippy loves the snow, so I hated that I was missing seeing her zooming around and enjoying the white stuff. Addie must have known, because she sent me these pictures.
She is coming home on Thursday. I can’t wait to see her and get back to some semblance of a normal routine.
This is a very hard post to write. I’ve been putting it off, but want you, my friends, to know what has been going on in my life over the last month. I’ll try to be brief.
Dec 1st turned out to be an unexpectedly big day in my life. I took my dad to a VA appointment early in the morning and then I had another CT scan to see if my aneurysm was stable or continuing to grow. Dad’s new primary care physician had been “reassigned” for the day, so we wound up seeing another doctor since we were there anyway and had 3 hours before my appointment. When we finally got to see her, she was coughing and sneezing, but assured us that she had taken Thursday – Monday off work, been tested, and was CoVID negative. We were all wearing masks. So, while I was a little concerned, I believed we were safe. She was very thorough and we wound up being in her office for nearly 2 hours. It took so long that I had to call and get my CT scan rescheduled for later in the day. I did get my scan done and we came on home. That was the day of our first snow that I wrote about earlier.
My surgeon called the next day and wanted me to come in and talk to him. I had a feeling that wasn’t a good sign. I was right. On Thursday, Dec 3rd, I saw him and found out that the aneurysm had grown so he wanted to go ahead and schedule the surgery. He still had to appeal to the hospital to get permission since they weren’t allowing any non-emergency surgeries. He did get permission and my surgery was scheduled for Dec 9th.
I came down with a fever on that Saturday, got tested on Sunday, and, you guessed it, I was positive for CoVID. Dad started losing his sense of taste on Saturday and mom did on Sunday. They got tested on Monday and were both positive also. The only place dad and I had been together was the VA, so I am convinced that the doctor had gotten a false negative test and actually had CoVID. I’ll never know for sure and I guess I have to be okay with that.
Due to my positive result, my surgery had to be postponed yet again. My only symptoms were the low-grade fever for 1.5 days and fatigue for about a week. Mom lost her sense of taste for a few days and had a really bad runny nose for a couple of days. Unfortunately, dad wasn’t so lucky. I thought he was doing well and had started to get his taste back on Thursday. But, Friday night he was having a hard time breathing and his oxygen levels were down in the 70’s. I took him to the ER where he was admitted to the hospital. I’ll spare you the details, but he wound up passing away on Dec 16th. We were at least lucky enough to be able to spend the last couple of days with him in the hospital so that he wasn’t alone.
We waited until mom was officially out of quarantine before making the funeral arrangements and having the funeral. It was really hard for this daddy’s girl. I think it would have been a little bit easier had he not died from CoVID. We had been so diligent to make sure he and mom stayed safe. How could a trip to the doctor be his demise? It just doesn’t seem fair.
I still needed to get the surgery done. They wanted to reschedule it for 30 Dec, but I felt that was a little bit too soon and I didn’t want to be in the hospital on New Year’s Day. We decided on January 8th. The surgery went well and I did so good that I actually got dismissed from the hospital on Monday, 11 January, just 3 days after surgery. I spent almost a week at my mom’s and then came home. I have my first follow up appointment tomorrow.
I’m not sure that you all know that I started running consistently last year and was training for the Air Force Half Marathon. My longest run was 11 miles and I was in the best shape of my life. I’m sure this played a big roll in how well I did with the surgery. I decided to write a blog about my surgery and returning to running – hoping to maybe inspire others along the way. I have more details in that blog about dad, CoVID, and my surgery, if you are interested. You can find it at runforhearthealth.wordpress.com.
As you know, Dad loved to fish. He hadn’t really felt like going to the lake much last year though. In early November he came up and I took him to the neighbor’s pond. Tippy loved to watch him fish and would get so excited when he caught one. Here are a couple of pictures from that trip.
On November 21st he came up to see if he could catch anything at one of the other ponds my neighbor has – the one that is right over the hill from my house. When he got here, I was blowing the leaves off of the driveway so someone else wouldn’t have to do it after my impending surgery. I had intended to go for a run when I got done, but decided instead to go over and talk with dad while he fished. I’m so glad I did, as this was the last time he came up. He didn’t catch anything, but we had a nice conversation and just enjoyed spending time together. I didn’t get any pictures of dad at the pond that day, but did get this one of Tippy intently watching.
Dad had Tippy spoiled rotten. He brought her a handful of treats every time he came up. That day was no exception. None of us had any idea that this would be the last treats she would get from him.
You never know when it will be the last time you see or talk to someone. So, my advice is to be as kind as possible and always make time for your loved ones. Things can wait. People sometimes can’t.