I ordered more groceries to be delivered to me, because I still can’t lift more than 10 pounds. For the first time in my life, other than a few random “I’m having a party” or “I’m hosting Thanksgiving” situations, I had to move things around the cupboards to make room for all the food.
This was disconcerting to Milhous, who likes to leap into the corner cupboard that has a Lazy Susan in it. He jumps in there fast enough to make it spin and he rides around in it. However, now it is crammed full of canned goods. The can-cans mean he can’t-can’t.
I have so much damn food in this house I considered taking the books out of some of my kitchen cupboards.
So I guess we’re all planning to hunker down now. It won’t just be me. I look forward to what everyone else’s brain does, because I have thought of the stupidest things ever.
I did come up with an invention and tell me what you think. I thought of starting a website that would be kind of like one of those websites you go to to take a personality test? Only it’s about what kind of dog you should get. I don’t want to encourage people buying purebreds, so what I would do instead is work with some sort of dog expert to come up with a really involved personality test and the results would be “you’re a German Shepherd, boxer, pug.” It would be based on your temperament and your activity level and that sort of thing.
Then there would be other parts of the website where you could talk with other people who were the same type you were. You could show your dog and talk about how that dog did or did not work with your personality.
Am I having some sort of secluded-person mania or is that actually a cute idea?
Speaking of dogs, though, I had an upsetting experience last night. It was probably more upsetting for Edsel than me. As you know, he has the congestive heart failure. We are scheduled to go back in April for a checkup. Meanwhile, he’s been responding beautifully to his heart medication. When he first got diagnosed, I was too afraid to give him any exercise at all. I was just constantly on the lookout for him to fall over and die. Eventually, I got used to the idea and we started slowly doing exercise again. He loves to chase Blu, and you should’ve seen how tentatively I threw it for him. I would literally sort of roll it across the ground once and then go back inside.
Eventually, it got to the point where he would chase Blu for five minutes. He just is so happy when he does it and he loves it and he was acting just fine.
Then last night he came inside and collapsed. He got a really glassy look in his eyes, wouldn’t stop panting, and wouldn’t stop pacing. Then his legs just gave out from under him.
What surprised me was how calm I remained. I didn’t want him to panic, so I stayed really quiet and just held his head and whispered to him. After a few minutes he got up and was wobbly but OK.
Naturally, I made a vet appointment for him. We go Monday. I don’t think I’m going to throw Blu for him at all in the meantime.
Anyway, that sums me up. I took all those groceries into the kitchen and put them away, and then put away a load of laundry and started a new batch, but then I started to feel distinctly unwell and so now I’m just lying here talking to you.
Here’s an art shot of my pear tree. I’m deep, man. I’m an artist.
Talk to you soon, when I can carve out time in my busy go go go schedule.