These pictures so far were the ones I had on the big camera that I was stalling to look at because I knew they had the final pictures of Shiela on them. But today I loaded them up and thought it was perfect time for a blog post.
For those that are going to ask, yes, I do think the boys are missing her too. She was a regular part of their lives even in the last couple years where her presence was less as she aged.
Her presence was as normal as the regular walks, and sunrise. They expressed it by being clingier than normal, as though in the case of Emmitt that is even a possibility, but then he knew her longest. However, the most telling event of their upset was on Wednesday when Sullivan did this.
What happened? Well, your guess is as good as mine. I think he ran into a tree while running with the boys and some other dogs we were with on the Provin Ski Trails. I don't think there was a bight because, well, with 7 or 8 dogs running and if someone bit, I think we would have had a fight. Hell, Sullivan didn't seem to even realize he was hurt. It's hard to tell but it's about the size of a deck of cards and this is the bloodiest it got.
After several apologies from the ladies that we were with we finished our last lap of the trails and headed back south for our new vet that just met the dogs the evening before. Seriously. Welcome to caring for our dogs. I was there for about 30-45 minutes waiting to see a doc, had them take a look, take him back to clean him up and I left and decided to go about what I had scheduled for the day.
When I got to the next place on my list, Tucker wouldn't get up. He moped in the back of the car and would only wag his tail as he lay there. Emmitt wouldn't stop panting despite it being a cool damp day and seemed unsettled. That's when it dawned on me. Last week we went to the vet, I went in with Shiela, came out without her and she never came back home. A week and a day later I go into the vet with Sullivan and come out without him. Then I felt a bit guilty. But I went into the yarn shop for knitting anyway.
Then I came out and took them for a walk (those are the above three pictures. You've seen this boardwalk before but never with all those leaves!) before going to look at flooring and what not. The entire time was the same. To make things worse, Emmitt barked at everyone that passed the car, even after being told off for it. and then the vet in Ada called and told me Shiela's ashes were ready for pick up. So I did that too, might as well finish off traumatizing my dogs.
Before picking up the big guy we went to dinner, where Emmitt again got in trouble for barking, but seemed relieved when Silly Sully wobbled out of the vet on still kind of unsteady legs. I keep telling him that chicks love scars, even if you are a ball-less wonder.
He kind of stood around and slobbered that night before going up to bed with The Guy. It was kind of endearing in a damp sort of way. WhenI came to bed I had to guide him from the bed into the spare bedroom that he has adopted as his own as he was even more wobbly from anesthesia after sleeping for about an hour. I covered him with a blanket and closed all the windows in the room so he wouldn't get chilled and went to bed myself. And at some point in the night Sullivan decided he preferred the walk in closet. And took not only himself, but his blanket with him to bed.
Isn't that adorable? He now has a blankie that I need to wash as he got some blood on it. He was there this morning when I drug my butt from bed at 630 again. Seems he prefers it there over that big cushy queen sized bed. Ridiculous as usual.
Oh yeah, saw mama here with her ducklings hiding in the brush as we were leaving the boardwalk. She knew as soon as I stopped to snap a picture that I had spotted her and she was off into the current with her babies. Sorry, a lot of these shots are with my phone. Sometimes it does wonderfully, like the shot of the boys on the boardwalk, sometimes not so much. And it never helps when I'm taking shots through branches.
Anyway, we've been enjoying the yard if nothing else of the new house. Doesn't he look like he's enjoying himself? Never mind the mower deck, broke again so we can't mow until we get it back. Hopefully before the grass gets to long...
Again... Can't even see his frisbee he's playing with. It's bright red if you can believe it.
But life is always good with a nice grassy lawn and a stick.
Even better if someone will play with you and the stick in said lawn.
Today while I was cleaning up my mess with rain diverter, I saw a nice sized olive toned snake quickly slither into my lilies. I think it was either a smooth green snake in it's juvenile coloring or a racer. It didn't want to be near me though and stayed hidden while I went about my business. I saw a garter snake the other day in the lawn and we've seen frogs here and there though they have fallen silent in the evenings now as mating has come to an end. One of these times I'll have a camera on me when I stumble across them. However I did get this young and/or little grasshopper in frame the other night that The Guy pointed out to me.
And I got these yesterday while getting ready to pack myself and Sullivan up to go to work. We won't speak of the full water bottle I forgot I had chilling in the freezer...
I think between the stress of moving, unpacking, fixing up, cleaning, losing Shiela, and Sullivan's injury, we both seem to be forgetful lately.
Shush smart asses, more so than normal.
And off to the next flower. There was one buzzing around the aforementioned lilies trying to find blossoms. But no, the stalks just keep getting taller but no blossoms out yet.
Let us not forget the birds that make Sullivan nervous and grumbly as he stares at them through the front window. Those dang Turkey's... Sorry, i was snapping these through the window screen if you can't tell.
|"Do girls really dig scars?"|
Okay, it may be a bit before I get another post up. I will try before I leave Wednesday for the Rocky Mountain Men's Knitting Retreat, but no promises. I stuff to get done.