I got home from town a while ago. Boy, this one-armed steering is so tiring! I saw my doctor who said my hand and fingers are very inflamed, so she prescribed anti-inflammatory medicine and sent me to the hospital for X-rays. They took ten or more of my hand and fingers and it feels good to finally get it looked at. My doctor also said she thinks the orthopedic doctor doesn't do hands! At least he could have told me to take some Alleve or something. I mean, am I supposed to know all this? I'm learning though. Those guys are not getting the best of me!
While in town I wanted to go to the Humane Society for Soldier's license. They are open on Mondays only for that. I kept his rabies certificate in my purse all week, so I wouldn't forget it. Then I decided to switch to another purse right before I left and put everything in the new purse -- except -- the rabies certificate. Ideally, when you get old, you shoud keep your wits about you...if that fails, you need to keep your sense of humor. Just saying.....
Anyway, the vet is not far from the doctor, so I called and they said just come in, it will only take two minutes to get a copy. Well, when I got there, the place was overflowing with people, cats, and dogs. So I spent about 40 minutes there, but I had fun. I ate my lunch: crackers, sun-melted cheese, and cookies. Some cute little kids asked for cookies, so I shared while all the dogs looked on longingly. I met the cutest dog, a Pomeranian, named Sunny. His owner had shaved him and he looked just like a little fox....so cute. I also met two Scottish folds, those cats with ears folded over. And some really nice people too. Then it was off to the Humane Society, then to drop off the prescription, then to the little hospital for the X-rays, then back to Walgreens to pick up the medicine and on home.
I nodded off on the couch for a while. When I got up, I happened to look at Angel. It was so hot in the living room by then and she was trying so hard to stay awake. I felt we were on the same page, exactly, so I got the camera and sat there, smiling, as my girl tried so hard to stay awake.
She's feeling sleepy,
oh, so sleepy,
can't keep her eyes open,
nodding,
nodding off.
In the eleven years Angel has lived with me, I've never, until recently, caught her napping on her self-appointed job as my protector. She always slept with one eye open and both ears alert, facing away from me. But now, at almost twelve, age has caught up with her. I just wish she'd understand how much she deserves a good snooze, my sweet dog and protector.
