MELT DOWN/PEE DOWN
MELT DOWN/PEE DOWN
Well look out - this one isn't going to be so "inspiring," in fact it is going to give you a glimpse of the bitchy-witchy Nancy when she is feeling frustrated and just plain crummy...
Each day I include plans for keeping my loyal companion, super-dog happy (although it isn't easy with all this snow on the ground and very limited walks). So yesterday I suggested to Bob that we take a drive to a little town just on the other side of the fruit region of PA. (Rt. 94 - York Springs). It's a beautiful drive even in the winter and I thought we might be able to let Moses out somewhere along the way to romp a little. I had read an article in COOKS magazine about a Mexican dish called "Tinga" that sounded really good to me and I wanted to see if the Mexican grocery store there might carry some of the ingredients. There are lots of Mexican expatriates living in that area since there is lots of work available to them picking fruit and helping to keep the orchards in shape.
We were able to purchase a couple of things that I needed and the young girl who waited on us was very sweet and helpful. All of the people who came in while we were there were speaking Spanish, though, and she told me that her cousin, the owner, speaks no English so when he is manning the store it might be a little more challenging. Since the Peters Orchard store was open we stopped there to buy some apples and it was there that I let Moses out for a few minutes. He did his usual pee and poo and we continued on home.
I had washed our sheets and later I asked Bob to help me make the bed since that is the one household task that I really hate - the bed is high, the mattress thick and it is especially hard for me to get the fitted sheet on properly. While we were doing that Moses walked up behind me and let loose one of his marathon pees all over the rug! (This is a BIG dog and he drinks a LOT of water so take my word for it, he can pee a river!!) Well, I lost it...........lots of swear words, lots of running down to the basement to find the scrub brush and bucket +cleaner, towels, etc., etc. Believe me, you wouldn't have wanted to be near me! Then after trying to soak up the pee and liquid I had just scrubbed the rug with Bob proceeded to drape the towels over the wooden dining room chair. Now to my mind that is downright stupid :>( so he took on the wrath of God when I realized what he had done.
Some of this is really upsetting to me: #1 Because I do a LOT for this dog - I wash his feet and anus with medicated soap, we have spent thousands of dollars trying to keep him healthy, I take him with me almost everywhere I go and stop and walk him wherever I can and I swear he is one of the smartest dogs on the planet. #2 Because Bob just doesn't seem to understand simple common sense, ergo he makes twice/thrice the work for me at a time when I am simply in a compromised state. Moses is perfectly capable of letting us know when he needs to go out (and later Bob told me that he thought he (Moses, that is) might have been trying to tell him something before he came upstairs to help me. (He will often paw one of us or whimper a little when something is bothering him...which, apparently, he did), so in Moses' defense, he may have tried, but failed, to get Bob's attention.
I cooled down later, but I am still pretty unhappy about the whole incident. I think I need to do a couple of things that might help me: Ask my oncologist about my low hemoglobin and whether it is time to consider a transfusion; talk to my vet about Moses' thirst problem, and I do think it could be more than just a simple case of being thirsty - the specialist vet who is treating him for his fistulas and dermatology issues said it might be a sign of "renal failure." What the solution for that is I can't imagine. I feel like I have a lot on my plate that is weighing me down, and not a lot of help. In Bob's defense, though, he did buy me a doz. roses and he did take me out for a lovely brunch, and I know he thinks I am being overly critical, but ... Help is not having to be told to do things and it is realizing that closed cabinets and drawers or carrying laundry baskets up and down the stairs or actually cleaning up an area means cleaning it all, not just a portion of it, realizing that is what an adult does. We are all grown up now; we are not children, and sometimes he just does things that I think are what a child would do.
Phew! That's enough complaining. I'm ready to sit by the fire and read the NY TIMES and then take a nap. I need to get myself to a "Happy Place," not this G.D. Unhappy one that I am obviously in. Sorry about that. :>(
Valentine roses :>)
Valentine pee :>(