Canine connections
Gilly was freezing this morning on his right side; a sensation that comes and goes. It hits him hard;he has always hated the cold. I suggested he take Yaron's director’s chair to the lawn and soak up some warmth from the sun, and he took me up on it.
The word ‘freezing’ reminded me that I had to remove my snow tires (thanks for pointing that out, Nitai) so off I went to attend to vehicle matters along with several other crucial messages. When I returned home 2 hours later, I found Gilly in exactly the same position. He told me later on that he had clipped some branches along the side of the house. The evidence was there on the walkway. I was glad he felt energetic enough to work in his garden, even if just for a bit.
His eyes are bothering him terribly. This weighs heavily on us both. I contacted my friend at the MAB to see if they service adults;maybe he qualifies for some adaptive equipment. Judy put me in touch with all the right people. The social worker is supposed to get back to us in the near future. I mentioned that we already have 2 social workers, but apparently the MAB has their own team of professionals. The social worker puts the procedure in motion.
I’ll admit, it is becoming more of a challenge to draw out Gilly’s smile (or I am the one growing weary?). Our plan (if the weather is right) is to get up north this weekend. This will probably revitalize us. It always has in the past. There’s nothing on earth like Birch Point. Watch out black flies; back off, because here we come!
I invited Gilly to join me at the dog run when I arrived home with our brand new doggie license, and after some hesitation on his part (he worried about lack of strength to control the dog), I convinced him to accompany me. I promised to be the one to handle Liylah (big hero that I am; it’s the other dogs I’m afraid of!). He agreed to let me take charge if he feels he cannot. He never did hand over this responsibility. There were no altercations; Liylah is obedient.
Liylah had never been to a dog run (that we know of). She kept jumping up on the benches in apparent fear of this foreign situation. It was funny to watch, because she was one of the biggest dogs there. She looked so silly; almost like a cartoon character. She whimpered for awhile, but eventually joined the gang. She was most interested in the humans; she loves to be petted and thrives on attention. I suspect Gilly enjoyed the other dogs, what little he could see of them. They approached him; He made some canine connectios, as is in his blood. I hope we will use this spot to avail ourselves of a change of scenery.
I had a meeting to attend this evening at Vanier. I called home a few times to make sure all was well. I just arrived home and discovered he had a couple of visitors in my absence. I’m glad he was not alone for too long. Tomorrow night I have another engagement, this time a faculty gathering to acknowledge retirements. The retirees are special to me, so I’d really like to be there. I have to convince myself that I’m only a call away. This time will make sure I sit with him while he eats supper before I leave. Tonight he promised to put his own together (I left it there for the taking) but he snacked instead, and I highly doubt he ate enough.
The word ‘freezing’ reminded me that I had to remove my snow tires (thanks for pointing that out, Nitai) so off I went to attend to vehicle matters along with several other crucial messages. When I returned home 2 hours later, I found Gilly in exactly the same position. He told me later on that he had clipped some branches along the side of the house. The evidence was there on the walkway. I was glad he felt energetic enough to work in his garden, even if just for a bit.
His eyes are bothering him terribly. This weighs heavily on us both. I contacted my friend at the MAB to see if they service adults;maybe he qualifies for some adaptive equipment. Judy put me in touch with all the right people. The social worker is supposed to get back to us in the near future. I mentioned that we already have 2 social workers, but apparently the MAB has their own team of professionals. The social worker puts the procedure in motion.
I’ll admit, it is becoming more of a challenge to draw out Gilly’s smile (or I am the one growing weary?). Our plan (if the weather is right) is to get up north this weekend. This will probably revitalize us. It always has in the past. There’s nothing on earth like Birch Point. Watch out black flies; back off, because here we come!
I invited Gilly to join me at the dog run when I arrived home with our brand new doggie license, and after some hesitation on his part (he worried about lack of strength to control the dog), I convinced him to accompany me. I promised to be the one to handle Liylah (big hero that I am; it’s the other dogs I’m afraid of!). He agreed to let me take charge if he feels he cannot. He never did hand over this responsibility. There were no altercations; Liylah is obedient.
Liylah had never been to a dog run (that we know of). She kept jumping up on the benches in apparent fear of this foreign situation. It was funny to watch, because she was one of the biggest dogs there. She looked so silly; almost like a cartoon character. She whimpered for awhile, but eventually joined the gang. She was most interested in the humans; she loves to be petted and thrives on attention. I suspect Gilly enjoyed the other dogs, what little he could see of them. They approached him; He made some canine connectios, as is in his blood. I hope we will use this spot to avail ourselves of a change of scenery.
I had a meeting to attend this evening at Vanier. I called home a few times to make sure all was well. I just arrived home and discovered he had a couple of visitors in my absence. I’m glad he was not alone for too long. Tomorrow night I have another engagement, this time a faculty gathering to acknowledge retirements. The retirees are special to me, so I’d really like to be there. I have to convince myself that I’m only a call away. This time will make sure I sit with him while he eats supper before I leave. Tonight he promised to put his own together (I left it there for the taking) but he snacked instead, and I highly doubt he ate enough.
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