When I was younger, I always wanted to be woken up by a wiggly puppy. It never happened, mostly on account of my mother’s insistence that pets sleep in pet beds only. As an adult, well let’s just say I make my own rules. 😉
Okay so the truth. I like to believe I make my own rules. Reality is a little different because the four-footed one refuses to follow the rules. She makes up her own rules as she goes. And so this morning while I got my childhood wish of being woken up by a wiggly puppy, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted. You see she didn’t exactly wake me up nicely, instead she jumped on me and proceeded to bark. Loudly. Right in my ear.
Now today was not an easy moving day for me. Lupus has made my joints feel all stuff and stuck in one position which means getting out of bed was a little more challenging than normal. The four-footed one did not care. She wanted me up and out bed, so she decided to help.
She tried to play the blankets off and when that isn’t work she tried to steal my pillow. All the while barking loudly. And when I was finally up, she promptly went and curled up in a patch of sunlight on the floor! I guess the lesson here is if you never have the dog on yo bed to begin with you wont be woken up to watch the dog find a spot on the floor to rest on once you’ve gotten out of your bed!
There are certain things that I really miss from home, so when I found a nice bunch of green tomatoes well you know I just had to turn them into fried green tomatoes. This isn’t a common thing, not where I live and definitely not something Beloved grew up with. He won’t even touch them because they are unrepentant tomatoes battered in heavenly cornmeal and fried nice and crisp. But to me, a few of those and I’m sitting on a porch back home. Put that with some nicely barbecued meat and some cold iced tea and we are all set, only don’t forget the peach cobbler!
Beloved loves peach cobbler and has happily admitted to an iced tea lemonade addiction not to mention raspberry lemonade addictions as well. He will pass on the sweet corn casseroles, biscuits and fried chicken. And yet the man will happily consume chicken fried steak. (He’s a bit of a work in progress but aren’t we all.)
So I fried some tomatoes, well correction Beloved had to help because lupus is lending a helping hand, the kind that makes my hands not work as well as they should. He then crisped some bacon, made a spicy mayo and toasted buns for fried green tomato po’boys. Or in his case bacon on a toasted bun with cheese, lettuce and regular mayo.
We settled on sweet, juicy watermelon for a snack later on. I’m feeling a little less away from home right now and it should last for a bit. This means tomorrow’s meals will be from different places to create a new adventure. And judging from the way Beloved has looked at me, not to mention the visible red cheeks, Beloved will be doing all the cooking. But it’s okay lupus will not prevent me from watching him cook and it was worth it for a taste that brought me back home for a little bit
With a sigh, perhaps one of satisfaction or perhaps one born of the realization that with the book done he’d have to get up, Beloved closed the book he had been savouring. He loves to read the classics, this time he had just finished Frankenstein again.
As he ambled by me to get a fresh tea and consider what book to read next he offered up his theory that modern medicine was an awful lot like Frankenstein. When he returned t the room I was in, he carried on with his idea that they can use both animal and mechanical bits to keep people alive so in a way monsters have been created, at least in some sense n his mind they have been.
Id never considered it much before, but sure we had the Bionic Man and woman. You might think it is just a marvel of modern medicine. You might think it’s just the way things are these days. And maybe you don’t give it much thought at all, which is also fine.
I guess to some people we are playing a bit of a god-like role in deciding who lives because of modern medicine. I guess some people might think that is a bit of monstrosity. The fact is, I haven’t given it much thought, it is simply something that is there. I know countless people with knee replacements, others with artificial limbs and I’ve met a man who could see after being blind.
Marvels of modern medicine indeed or the continual quest to understand how things work. The fact is I don’t give any of it all that much thought, I simply move along with the flow until there is some sort of opening that I push through. If it means i ignore the Frankenstein in my very presence, or worse can’t see it when it gazes back at me in the mirror, well I’m sure I’m not alone.
I have a feeling that soon we will be discussing how it can be the best of times while it is the worst of times because the book Beloved brought back to read is A Tale Of Two Cities. I can already hear the clicking of those knitting needles…
Today the four-footed one and I went for a small walk before the day got too long and I ran out of energy. Rest assured this was a very small walk because my energy levels were very small. Thankfully the four-footed one was fine with a small walk, frankly she enjoyed the slow pace which afforded her more time to sniff around. She even managed to pounce on several unsuspecting moths.
Why do I tell you about today’s walk when nothing overly eventful happened? Because dear friends the walk happened to be something I had planned to do. I planned it the night before, well okay maybe not the whole pouncing on moth part, but the small walk early in the morning part was all my planning.
Now I realize to some of you, to most people in fact, this isn’t anything to brag about. I realize some of you plan things much larger than a small walk. Some of you plan careers, long vacations and all sorts of wonderful things. Not only do you folks plan these things, you execute the plans. So yes dear friends, I get this isn’t that big of a thing to you. But I ask you, dear readers, how many of you have lupus?
Ah see, there’s the rub, I have lupus and that makes executing plans a bit of a juggling act. I often make plans only to discover I lack the energy or ability to execute the plans so whenever things go as I planned I celebrate. Even if it is a celebration because the four-footed one and I went for a small walk early in the morning, exactly as I had planned. Score one for me and zero for lupus this time!
The four-footed one when on a shopping spree earlier. She’s normally a saver when it comes to money, but now and then she just has to have something and so she allows a little money to leave her possession.
I know it seems odd, a dog who saves money, but she doesn’t just do that, she finds her own. Shed probably make money if people would pay her, but as it is, she finds dropped money on the ground. She promptly picks this money up and basically spits it out at us in return for a treat, also known as trade. Her found money is put away until she has enough for a special shopping day.
Some people tell me that her treat she earns when I ask her trade is her payment, but trade is basically what we do with her to get her to drop anything she can’t eat. Trade started when she found a big clod of dirt she was going to consume, I offered her the trade of two whole pieces of her kibble in return for the dirt. Since she’s food motivated this worked well and has continued to work when she simply cannot heed the command to leave something alone.
Her latest shopping spree ended in the acquisition of hair products, well okay coat conditioner and waterless shampoo as well as trade items, and her special purchase which is a small yet durable alligator. She seems smitten with the alligator taking it with her everywhere she can and trying to sneak it into place it isn’t allowed such as her little pool. Now I know some of you are thinking she’s a smart dog, and she is, I mean she knows alligators require water. It’s just that her alligator is of the plush variety. You know, the kind that doesn’t need water or feeding and in return won’t basically kill you and then consume you.
Because she can go into this store she gets to pick out her special purchase, typically this is the one I got she finds that she refuses to give up. Thankfully the store we go to doesn’t have that many things at her level and I’m extra thankful that what is at her level is affordable and not always of the food variety.
The four-footed one has found a new way to deal with the heat. While I applaud her ingenuity, I’d rather that she have not found this particular method to cool off. She has several methods for keeping her cool, from finding a patch of shade to flopping down in dew covered grass. (If there is no dew, chances are she will find the grass that’s been splashed with water and use that.) She has been known to roll back and forth in the grass to cool off as well.
But this, this new method is a bit much for me. What ever gave her the idea to dig up the nice, green, healthy grass in my garden is beyond me. But friends, she doesn’t just dig the grass up. Oh no, this dog is digging to the Center of the earth to create her wallow to roll in and catch a nap.
One wallow I might be able to live with, I might even consider it a garden feature. But my garden is currently featuring three wallows and they seem to be growing. Soon there will be one giant wallow, an enormous out of dirt, where my garden once was. Never mind letting your bare feet be tickled by the soft, green grass. Instead they will be coated with dust as they scrunch along harder dirt clumps.
Is this a fair trade-off? A cool dog in return for no more grass and soon to vanish flowers? The four-footed one seems to think so.