There are three of them but you should not get confused by the time of season and assume they are wise. After my scribe had his wisdom tooth yanked out I have been doing a little research on intelligence vs. wisdom – but the insights I have gleamed from these readings are a topic for another post…maybe in the new year.
Anyhow, here I am sitting in the middle of these three highly medicated individuals. Sammy has a hurt paw – still trying to figure out exactly what is going on with him – and is currently on antibiotics…and since he has a wrap on his paw he is condemned to wearing the cone of shame. I’ll keep you posted on how he is doing after our vet visit next Monday. For some reason he doesn’t seem so ashamed with that ridiculous thing on his head – but he isn’t really known for his fashion sense:
During his first visit, I once again had to wait in the vets examination room with my parents. I am quite attentive to any noise that comes from the direction in which Sammy went. And get quite excited when he returns. I also take some time to inspect their handy work – as you will note in the following unedited clip. Sam is already ready to leave straight away when he gets back but I know that we have to listen to the doc’s instructions and wait to get the appropriate medications.
My uncle S is on all sorts of drugs including some pretty good pain meds when things get bad. This is on account of some intra-cranial infection which was quite scary and resulted in the Vets at the big hospital drilling a hole in his skull. Sounds down right unpleasant to me but the alternative – no more uncle S – is a far more displeasing option…not only is he a decent petter but sometimes during big holiday meals he lets me clean up around his chair!
Then there is my “Pa.” He just celebrated his 90th birthday and for some reason has decided this is a good year to take some headers. The first was this summer in a bank. Blood everywhere. A broken nose. But overall he wasn’t too set back by this accident – aside from the fact that his wife didn’t take advantage of the scene to clean out the bank vault. He told me if she had done that I could have had steak for every meal I eat at their house. Oh well. Would rather have him healthy than have him fall, to be quite honest. But then he did it again. This time at home. He is still hurting from that fall but he was a good husband and managed to NOT bleed on the carpeting so the clean up was easy. But since this fall he too is on pain meds among other things to help him get better.
The strangest part to me is that my aunt who is a nurse who is no longer working in a hospital setting has been spending a lot of time on the wards again tending to these family patients…or at least translating the medical news from the attending physicians. Too bad she didn’t get paid for all this extra work. But what I really hope is that she gets a LOT of time off from these duties – maybe through the whole of 2016! Shucks, I’ll shoot for gold… through 2025; part of my long-range plan.
Mo-Tor
This really wasn’t any news to us as we had sniffed him out long ago…but it did add some excitement (and an additional jump or two) to our next couple of walks. Apparently, there has been a number of sightings of these guys since “The Village” cleared out an area of all the trees and undergrowth where they had been living. Now don’t get me going about the village after what they made Sammy and my parents go through when a small addition was added to our house – but that was before my time and I might be a bit fuzzy on the details. Needless to say, I don’t need all the details to get angry if it made my parents upset. Once again I have apparently gotten off the subject. I had been meaning to discuss feral canines and the infiltration of these guys into our suburban enclave. I respect them for living outside all year round – don’t know if I could handle one of these winters without my heating vents (and the down comforter at night) – being from the South as I am and all. Now despite my reverence for their physical toughness and willingness to live such a life I still must say that next to my new boyfriend Hawkeye (and to some extent Sammy) those guys are not very attractive. I mean don’t they ever go to the spa? Not very North Shore of them. I didn’t get a close enough look but I suspect they don’t get mani/pedis either. I for one take great pride in my toes and always get the black nail polish – if I do say so myself, it just works with my coat!
Montana Moments 