Feet and Paws and a Good Patch of Grass

My puppy, Lola, loves to go outside. So even though I am tired, even though it’s hot out, and even though I am busy, I have to take her. If I don’t she will become an absolute terror in the house. She’ll find things to get into and she will run circles through the kitchen and jump all over the furniture. Taking her outside is better for everyone.

Despite that I am never really “in the mood” to take her outside. Like I said, I’m tired, it’s hot, and I have other things to do, but as soon as we get out there I can’t help but be cheered by her obvious happiness at being outdoors. Her tail is wagging, she’s panting and tugging at the leash. She wants to feel some grass under her paws!

Outside everything smells so good and the ground is littered with a million edible things. There are rabbits, and birds, and other dogs to run after and if she’s good I will let her run off leash in the tennis court or the grassy area behind it.

We go to the grassy area a lot.

Lola’s favorite thing in the whole world is the feel of grass.

When her paws hit grass she changes, she becomes confident and free. She becomes half-wild too. She tries to run and jump while still on leash and it can be hard to calm her down enough to unclip the leash. Once free she runs through the grass, she eats the grass, she digs it up, she rubs her face and, eventually, her whole body in it. It’s annoying sometimes but it’s also pretty cute.

I try to get her out in the grass at least once a day. I know she needs it and because she loves me so damn much and tries to be a good dog I figure it’s the least I can do. She deserves it.

One thing I have learned since having Lola is how to appreciate a good patch of grass. Her excitement gets me excited and next thing I know I’m running through the grass right along with her. She runs circles and figure eight’s around me while I try my best to catch her. I’ll throw a ball or a stick and the game turns into one of “keep away”.

Eventually she gets tired, especially if I mess up and forget to bring water (whoopsie). She’ll stop quickly and lay down, panting hard and looking like the happiest dog in the world. I always lay next to her, which is a pretty big deal because I am afraid of bugs. Then she rolls over for belly rubs. Once she’s rested enough we begin the running game again. We do this a few times before I start to get afraid she will get too comfortable off leash and run away.

One the walk back home and she is happy and content. and much more well behaved. I look at her and wish I could be so happy in life.

You see, dogs teach us to be happy with what we have, wherever we are. For them, gratitude is an instinct. I wish I could be content with nothing more then a patch of grass. I wish I was happy to run in circles and dig holes. I wish I didn’t need anything else. Then again maybe I don’t need more than that. Maybe I am the one complicating things. Maybe all we need to feel true happiness is nothing more than a cool patch of grass to run in.

Then again my dog eats her own puke, what does she know?

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In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Beneath Your Feet”

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If We Were Having Coffee – A Return to Normalcy

If we were having coffee I would tell you that the last few weeks have been the most stressful I’ve had in a very long time.

To start things at work are starting to really get to me. There have been a lot of new staff changes and of course the new bosses want too come in and run things differently but they aren’t giving us employers much time to adjust. On top of that some of the small perks me and my team have earned under my old boss are being taken away, which is terrible for morale.

So I am thinking about making some changes. I work two different positions at my job and all of the stress is coming from my trainer position which I had only worked because I enjoyed it and because it gave me a few extra hours of pay a week. Well, with my girlfriend’s promotion I don’t need the money and under this new boss I no longer enjoy it so I think I will write being a trainer and just work my main position.

Just not sure when exactly I want to make these changes.

If we were having coffee I would tell that the puppy I got just one week ago turned out to be pretty sick. She’s doing much better now but for a few days we weren’t sure what was going to happen. We’ve lost two dogs in the past few years so finding out the our baby girl Lola was sick was devastating.

We noticed she was a little off when we first brought her home but we thought it was just stress. She had been transported from New Mexico, dropped at a foster home, then adopted to us, all within a two week period. Of course she wasn’t eating well and was tired.

But she deteriorated quickly. So she went to the vet and our first thought was Parvo which felt like a death sentence. We went to another vet because we found out her sibling were sick too and the rescue would cover our bill if we brought her there. They did a Parvo test and it came back negative, thank God.

So the vet sent us home with antibiotics and special food and in just three days she seems normal. She’s full of energy and I no longer feel like I have to say goodbye to a dog I just feel in love with.

If we were having coffee I would tell you that I have missed writing so much and I am hoping to get back into blogging on a somewhat regular basis. I feel terrible I want able to keep up with the A to Z challenge but I will complete my posts for that too.

I have learned one thing though, just like working everyday is a habit, not writing everyday is a habit too. The more I pushed writing to the back burner the easier or became too keep doing so. I could’ve tried harder, I admit that, but having that break felt nice, at first. Then after awhile I felt disappointed in myself.

So now I need to break that habit, I need to make writing a priority again. I feel good when I write and I miss that feeling. Plus I worry whatever progress I had made could be lost from lack of practice and focus. I hope that isn’t the case but I’ve never heard anyone say worrying was like riding a bike.

If we were having coffee I would apologize for being so late, there were a ton of chores that needed completing and I’m feeling a kirtle under the weather. I do hope you had a nice weekend though and I appreciate you stopping by to chit-chat. :)

My Baby Boy Is Sick

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Samson with all of his friends :)

My little dog is sick, and I am about out of options to help him. His name is Samson, he’s only 2 years old, he’s tiny, only about 5 pounds, and he’s super cute. On Monday my girlfriend came home for lunch and let him out in the back yard, as she usually does. When she let him back in she noticed that he had something in his mouth. She tried her best to dig it out of his mouth but Samson hates to have things taken from him, so he swallowed it. Then he immediately vomited, then he vomited again, and again, and again. After about 4 or 5 times he calmed down and my girlfriend put him back in his kennel with plenty of water and came back to work. We’ve been through dogs eating things they shouldn’t before, many times. They puke a bunch and then they are fine, she figured Samson would do the same.

A few hours later we both got home and I went straight to his kennel and saw he had vomited again. So I gave him a warm bath and laid with him in the living room. He curled up and the floor and whined a bit but I figured he was just worn out from throwing up and he was being a big baby. I didn’t offer him any food but kept water available. Tuesday he was the same, still refused food and was very tired but he seemed a tiny bit better so even though I was starting to worry I still thought it was just upset tummy and he would be fine. Yesterday is when I really started to worry. I went in to work my morning shift and when I came home he wasn’t any better. I offered him food from my hand and he ate a bit but then, almost immediately after eating, some pretty terrible sounds started coming from his stomach and he vomited again. I knew something was really wrong so we got in the car and took him to the vet.

The vet looked at him and said yes it was concerning and she wanted to keep him for the afternoon and quoted us about $520 to check him and x-ray him. The price was a bit much but we agreed to that and after work we picked him up with instructions to try to find an affordable place to take him. They aren’t sure exactly whats going on but they are afraid of a bowel obstruction. I called a few places and no one had time to take him until Friday so I called the vet back and she said to feed him chicken and rice in the morning and see what happened.

This morning we did as instructed and feed him the chicken and rice, and as soon as he swallowed it he started making a HORRIBLE screeching sound. We panicked, called the vet, and brought him back in. She is encouraged by the fact that he didn’t throw up but she kept him again and we agreed to more x-rays and another $250. We are out of money now though and I just don’t know what we are going to do. Yeah I make more than minimum wage but not enough to afford that bill and possible surgery. I know everyone says you shouldn’t have a dog if you can’t pay for their care, and yeah I get that and I totally feel like shit for not being able to pay for this, but thinking like that doesn’t help Samson at all right now. I’ve called a bunch of places, and we applied for Care Credit, but nobody will do a payment plan and Care Credit only approved us for $500. We are feeling hopeless and helpless right now, and we feel guilty too. We feel like the worst pet owners ever.

So now we are waiting. Waiting for the vet to call back and tell us what to do next. I am hoping that he just has an injured esophagus, there is medication for that. Or maybe he is just really constipated and he will poop soon and get better. I told him if he got better I promise I would appreciate him more and take him to the park and not yell at him when he barks. I will watch him better outside and take better care of him…..I just want my boy to come home. The house is so empty right now without him. We don’t have kids and the cat doesn’t really care much about us unless she wants to be fed or petted. Samson’s whole world revolved around us and he loved to be near us. Without him the energy has gone from this house.

Please get better Samson, we love you….

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Baby Samson, he was so cute an teeny-tiny!