Whine
I am so dang tired of hurting. My shoulders, my hands, my butt. Enough already. I know this too shall pass, patience is a virtue, blah, blah, blah. On the other hand, I am making progress against the weeds. I’ve finished with the front plot to the north of the driveway, only getting bitten by fire ants once, when I foolishly stepped in just to cut out another maypop vine. Only took about 3 seconds, but long enough for ants to attack. I was wearing flip flops. By the time I’d flung them off, 5 ants managed to bite me in a line up the top of my foot. One little bugger got me between my toes. Obviously, no, I will never learn.
The weeds did get a break when I took Friday morning off so Grant and I could attend a Canine Companion doggie graduation where friends and eight other people got their new service dog. The dogs had had 6 months of intense training at a beautiful campus just 20 minutes north of us in Calcona. Our friends spent 2 weeks there being trained to know how to use all that doggie knowledge. Now they have Oscar, a canine companion for the next 10-12 years who can retrieve items, get help, and provide comfort to his family.
The weeds did get a break when I took Friday morning off so Grant and I could attend a Canine Companion doggie graduation where friends and eight other people got their new service dog. The dogs had had 6 months of intense training at a beautiful campus just 20 minutes north of us in Calcona. Our friends spent 2 weeks there being trained to know how to use all that doggie knowledge. Now they have Oscar, a canine companion for the next 10-12 years who can retrieve items, get help, and provide comfort to his family.
On Saturday, they came for lunch. Oscar, a completely chill lab/golden retriever mix bred exactly for that quality, met Gracie, who was intrigued by him. She followed him closely, eventually sleeping under Sean’s wheelchair, while we sat around and yakked. Annie, who’d always been around our dogs, went to ground and wasn’t seen the whole visit.
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