Without any warning, unlike when the mason came to do the ground works for my new remote controlled gates, 2 men turned up at 9 this morning to fix the actual gates. Once again, the current gate had to be open to give them room to operate so, rather than keep the dogs in the house all day, I managed to find a place for them at Sharon’s pension. and at 11am was driving them over there.
So, no midday walk for me today, nor another at 5pm followed by their slightly earlier than usual main meal (nights drawing in), no excitement as they realise the time, no repeated admonishments from me to stand back and clear and give me space. I really miss it. But most of all I miss the joy at their immaculate discipline in waiting at the sit, even after the bowls go down, and the four eyes, trained on mine, muscles tensed, awaiting the starter’s gun.
‘Bon appetit’, and they’re off and the stupid pleasure I get from all that performance.
But not tonight. Just me and an empty house, the men said they would be back at 9.30 for the final touches, bury the cable and neatly enclose the one down the wall from the fuse box. Then I will be off for the big reunion. I have always said that I couldn’t live without a dog, and I’m not wrong.
We hope you sleep well tonight on your own David. We know how much your dogs mean to you. Give them both an extra hug from me when you collect them tomorrow. and this is for you
We used to live next door to a gentleman who had a Golden Retriever. The dog died suddenly at a young age. A mere week after he passed, Glenn showed me a photo of a Golden puppy on his phone. I just looked and him, and he said, rather sheepishly, “I just can’t not have a dog”. He had to wait a couple of weeks until the puppy was old enough to leave his mama, but Glenn was happy to have a new friend. I get it.
Thank you all for the nice comments, the man has just finished and gone so I will be collecting the babies after 2pm.
Probably just as well that the man wasn’t the swiftest because I have been feeling pretty ropy all week but only in the mornings so may be not a bad idea to put off getting on the road 'till this afternoon, just about fit enough now.
Agree with @AngelaR I know we are fussing over you, but seems to me you’re just not getting to the bottom of why you have been “ropy” for quite some time.
I sleep badly and around 6 am I have to get up because I don’t feel right. I get ‘vibrations’ in my body and limbs, not shivers, more rapid than that, think pins and needles. Feel awful for a few hours but it clears around midday. I have been managing to walk the dogs late morning though as well as early evening before sundown.
MT told me to get a rdv with the heart surgeon but that phone never gets answered, apart from interminable music.
It may have nothing to do with my heart, I still can’t face food and am now down to 66 kgs. This has been going on for a week and I have made a start to eat more, a small bowl of porridge an hour ago, but normally it is a piece of tomato or beetroot with crisps and then only soup and maybe fruit and ice cream in the evenings.
Sorry, did not mean to go on but you did ask. I’ll get some cuddles soon, so that will help and I am promising myself a proper meal tonight. Fish.
Back now, got, and still now getting, mobbed. By the youngster anyway, took a few minutes to get the lead attached. On the way home, the oldie, Jules, who normally is vocal was silent and for once it was Hades who was whining. I can only assume that Jules realised he was heading home whereas Hades might have thought it was a journey to yet another abandonment, until familiar sights came into view and, once out of the car, he was racing at high speed around the whole of the garden.
That’s my cheerful news for today. I bet you don’t feel so lost now David - with your boys back home. Will you be sharing your fish with them tonight? R x
No. They have their own fish, 4 sardines in either tomato sauce or sunflower or olive oil, whatever is available with 2 heaped ladles of croquettes on top. Once a day at 6pm. In the morning they each get a little squidgy lump of chevre in order to hide Jules’ pill. Hades of course does not have a pill. On the walks there are 4 rdv points where they are supposed to stop and wait for me. They then get a small piece of very well grilled pork sausage. Spoiled rotten. That means I must always leave home with at least 8 pieces, if there is a 9th, guess who gets that, 'cos I am a very good boy too
I wonder what he/she can do about it though, if the vast majority of food is tasteless or even unpleasant for me, what can be done. I don’t understand it, all since the heart attack, before that if I was concerned about anything it was getting my weight down.
Anyway, I am determined to get back to a regular diet if I can.
What I do with such recalcitrant numbers is call it then put my phone on speaker and then occupy myself doing something else. Music is annoying but at least the phone doesn’t need holding. Worked a treat with DWP!
Can you go and stand in front of the heart surgeon’s receptionist/secretary and beg for an appointment? Our cardio department at Agen, they NEVER answer the phone, so it just rings out and you get the dialling tone again. The only way I get an appointment is to go there (hour each way) - not ideal but is essential.
And if one already has heart problems leading to dizziness, palpitations then the very last thing one needs is long drive then facing some ‘difficult’ receptionist - and having to make ‘demands’ - all guaranteed to get the heart racing and the blood pressure rising… !! Maybe have a semi-collapse (fake ? !!) in front of receptionist might help to get an emergency rdv !!!
Looking forward to hearing about the doggy reunion later, they’ll be pleased to see you.
