Dog Bones!

 Dog Bones!

 

My dogs are not happy with the bone they have been given. It is too hard for them to chew it to pieces in just a few chomps. So, Thompson is walking around with it hanging out of his mouth. He is even trying to find a place to bury it in the couch. If he is allowed to go outside right now, you can bet he will bury it in the softest dirt pile out there. Ah, he gave it up and now it will be chewed on a different day. Sylvia is still holding hers in her mouth, even if she can’t really bite it! LOL Now she has tried to bury HER bone in the couch. Sad doggies!

 

Just locked up the chicken coop. One of the Copper Marans (almost totally black except for blue sheen and a very sparse ruff of little copper tinted feathers around the neck) has decided to be broody. So far, she has been allowed to just do her own thing, but she may have to be locked away from the nesting area if she doesn’t change her mind rather quickly. Silly hen!

 

Put some ointment on Thompson a few minutes ago to try to help him heal the scratches he has. Got some of the ointment on my face. Woooo! No wonder he is not being still! It smells a bit like horse liniment. Maybe it burns his sore spots. Poor boy! Now he is in the kitchen eating. These dogs keep life interesting around here.

 

JoAnn was across the street today. She said that the doctor in charge of Jerry’s Hospice care will not let him have morphine except every four hours. To me that seems really strange. He is already dehydrated, of course, but it will be a toss-up as to whether he will die from lack of fluids or of starvation. This makes me realize how blessed we were to be able to keep Lewis at home and make decisions based on how we saw his needs. Jennifer and her cousin Erin were able to do the same thing for their grandmother at the Henrietta Hospital. The nurses said that they were going to be doing rounds or something. They had already placed a port in her stomach area so that the injections could be made there. The nurses knew she was suffering and miserable, so they talked to the kids about how often they could administer the morphine. Putting such decisions in the hands of the family makes sense to me in these two situations. Dying should not be so dadgummed miserable if it is possible to make it easier.

 

Absolutely nothing was accomplished around here today except for gathering up trash—and a rat—to throw in the trash bin and set it across the street. Will be so very glad when all the rats go dance to the Piper’s music! The water trap lid that Lance made keeps falling inside the bucket, so will have to figure out a way to keep it up at least long enough for a rat to trip the lid and fall inside. Wish the snap traps could be placed along the inside walls without risking killing a hen. Might just have to get some more snap traps and try anyway!

 

Had some salad today with raspberries in it. Anne reminded me the other day about Luby’s salad with poppy seed dressing, spinach, and strawberries. Obviously, strawberries won’t ever be in anything around here, but raspberries do not seem to affect me at all. It seems strange that kiwi and fresh pineapple do the same thing as strawberries. Oh well. God made so very many good foods for us. Never gripe if one seems wonderful and is not acceptable to your body. Everyone has something that either seems horrible or wonderful. My children think that liver and onions are horrible. Sigh

 

Watered some today. No sense in letting everything die, but it won’t do much good unless we get some rain pretty soon. The ground is cracking open, the grass is dead, and some of the trees are dying. Yeppers, rain is one of those things on my prayer list.

 

For tonight, my prayers include those who are dealing with this horrible virus, those who would like to be around family and can’t be, and those who have lost family and friends. Let us pray for peace. Only God can give us true peace.

Rest and find joy in your life while you have today. You are loved.