Just Us Guys

Teresa’s been away for just over a week now and we three guys have got on just fine. We miss her, of course, but there’s something about guy time, something … primal maybe.

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She’s kind of like a mother, you know, caring for us, worrying about us—especially me in my senior years with my various health issues and anxieties. I appreciate it, of course I do, and I’m probably still running around because of it, but sometimes it’s nice to just chill.

For example, Teresa will buy an assortment of canned foods to add to my morning kibble to make it more palatable. Tasty, very nice, yes, but Nollind’s system of tossing in a glob of bacon fat works well too. I clean the bowl every day.

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Teresa is inclined to keep me on a leash during walks to keep me from overdoing it, even though I’m not inclined to run after coyotes much anymore. With Nollind, if I’m sore at the end of the day, he tosses me a bit of medication.

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Nollind goes to town more often than Teresa so trips to the dog park are more frequent, even though all that roughhousing can be a bit taxing on my old body.

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And then there’s that bacon fat on my breakfast.

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The biggest concern when Teresa’s away is … well … Nollind. A few years back when she was up visiting her mom in the fall, he jumped off a boat and badly sprained his ankle, bad enough for an ambulance ride and a cast. Last year, when Teresa was up north visiting her mom in October, he fell off a ladder and broke his arm, badly enough to require a plate and screws and months of rehab.

So, since she’s up visiting her mom again, she asked us to keep an eye on him while she’s away, keep him safe. It’s exhausting.

So far, so good, though, and I saw on his calendar that she’s coming home on Monday. If we can just keep him away from ladders and other dangerous places until then. He was sailing on Wednesday and that went okay. Thank God for light winds!

Well, gotta go. Nollind’s headed outside on a mission of some sort. I’m back on duty.

Was It something I Said?

Was it something I said? Or, more likely, did?

T has gone away again. She packed a suitcase on Tuesday night and left on Wednesday with her sister­. I wouldn’t normally think it was my doing but I’ve been a little distracted lately, by the gophers that seem to everywhere around the farm, and the coyotes that have been coming close. And, when I’m distracted, I don’t always listen very well. Okay. When I’m distracted, I don’t listen at all. It’s like my ears just stop working.06-Chico-Sa-us-1One day recently, during a walk in the hay field, I ran off after a coyote. Apparently, T heard sounds that she thought were me calling for help and she came running. By the time I found my way back to her she dropped to the ground and burst into tears. I’m not sure if she was happy or sad or just out of breath but I sure got a big hug.

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My ears work much better in a dog park.

So anyway, she left on Wednesday and then yesterday was her birthday, and I didn’t even get to tell her Happy Birthday. I hope she knew I was thinking about her … and missing her. And, because I was missing her, I got looking through some photos. So this Foto Fur-iday, the theme is “Me and T”.

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She loves to do selfies with me.

 

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After a bath, she gives me extra towelling because she knows how much I like it.

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She’s always there with a hug, even when we’re not posing for a photo.

 

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And sometimes we just hang out in the same space.

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She takes me places, like to the Strathmore UFA in this picture…

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And horseback riding in this one.

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Even though I know I’m too big, she lets me sit on her lap…

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No matter the weather.

 

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And even at times when she prefers her solitude, she still lets me be close.

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I hope she comes home soon. I promise to be good. Well … as good as I can with these faulty ears.

The Domino Effect

I’ve had a few messages asking how my leg is doing one month post-injection. Well, it’s doing just great. I haven’t needed any painkillers since the first few days after the procedure. It took some time for the medicines that were injected to do their good work but, once they did, I was off and running.

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Pain-free and drug-free trot through the pasture.

There is one problem though, a sort of domino effect, and it’s been rearing its head this past couple of weeks. You see, with my right leg no longer slowing me down, I’ve been a lot more active and am now discovering that some of the other parts of me are older than I thought they were. For example, my backend seems to be having some difficulty keeping up with the front, and it wobbles sometimes after I’ve exerted myself. I’m always tempted to look back there to see what the heck is going on, but I don’t of course. I forge on like nothing has happened, hoping nobody noticed but me.

On the plus side, I’m keeping up with Chico when we chase after the ball, I’ve got two good front legs to dig out my nests around the yard, and I’ve been back on my morning reconnaissance missions to the neighbours’ place. Until last year, I was making regular trips over to Kerry and Debbie’s acreage, just to check things out, make sure all was well. Pretty sure they’re relieved to have me back on duty.

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My favourite nest … a little deeper this year.

I’m also back outside helping with chores and hanging out while Teresa does horsey stuff. By last summer I was pretty much spending the rest of my day indoors after our morning walk.

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Hanging out under Sid while Teresa does chores.

But what to do about this hind end wobbliness? I make a point to climb in and out of the canal when we’re walking to try to build strength. Some spots on the canal have a rather steep drop into the water so it can be touch and go when my front end is on the shore and my backend still in the water. I have to will those back legs to take that big step up. I know Teresa is right there to grab the handle on my harness if I need a boost but God forbid it comes to that again like it did on one walk last fall. How humiliating.

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Come on legs … you can do it!

I also work the ditches when we walk on the road. Those to the south are fairly steep and provide a decent workout. And our walks generally include at least one long, gradual slope. We’re not exactly in hill country out here but we do have some rolling landscape in every direction but east.

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Working the south ditches.

I’ve been trying to eat a little more in the mornings and I think that’s helping too. As they used to say to Dixie before her walks, “Power up!” It seemed to work for her so I’m game to give it a try. A few days ago I noticed that my portion had grown some, but I powered through, got it all down, and had plenty of energy for our canal walk later that day. But I’ll not to get too carried away. Every time I go to the vet they comment what great shape I’m in and how it assists with keeping my arthritis in check.

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Staying svelte.

As good as I feel, I still have a bit of a hitch in my giddy-up from the right elbow and I’m not sure it will ever go away entirely. It doesn’t really hurt but I think the calcification from years of inflammation has decreased its range of motion. I’d say more massage could help with that. Anyone got a spare hand for a little leg massage? Teresa? Nollind?

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Ready for my post-walk massage.