This is what I told Mom: As long as I am having good days, let's forget about the saying goodbye thing. Since she gets a little confused about what is a good day for me, let me be specific. My birthday was not a good day. I spent it lost in corners and falling into stuff. But the next day was good. And the one after that was really good. A good day is usually when I seem to regain a small bit of hearing, sight, and mental stability. Small, very small. But still.
"I think we can still enjoy some corn on the cob this year," she said as she loaded me into my comfy seat in the back of the Elantra. She sat there with me and held onto my leash while I jumped to watch out the window and breath in all the smells along the way. Dad drove. I couldn't wait to sink my teeth into that fresh buttery corn on the cob. But first, a stop in Wiley Ford WV where we lived when I was a puppy. We'd walk the towpath there.
It was a really nice day.
I love love love the walks there. It's all about new smells for me. And my smeller ain't what it used to be, but it still works.
And speaking of new smells, let me tell ya what happened on the way up the hill to go to our car for home.
I couldn't quite see it, but I heard Mom talking to a stranger. "I wouldn't put my hand down to her," I heard Mom say. "She might bite you."
The woman Mom is delusional.
That was the 'old' Gracie. The much younger version. The new me ... well...
I'm a lover, not a fighter. Ask the girl stranger. (Her hand tasted like... ummm... Burger King). Mom was a little surprised that I licked her hand instead of biting it. But hey,
people dogs change, ya know.
Yesterday wasn't such a hot day. I got almost to the top of the ramp (at 4AM) (When I should have been fast asleep but instead I decided to wander aimlessly through the house and get lost and wake Mom every half hour to send me outside so I could get lost there too) but at the top of the ramp where it meets Mom and Dad's bed, I froze. I freaked. I decided I did not know where I was going - and then I began to fall back down the ramp. I was trembling. Afraid. But Mom jumped up from the bed and tried to save me --- only her back went out!!!!! I thought I was going to have to save her!!!!! The struggle is real, peoples!
As the story goes, she wasn't much help to me after that, but I did manage to slide down the ramp backward to safety. She and I went to the living room then to lick our wounds and pace some more. Well, pacing for me, groaning and moaning in pain for her as she tried to get comfortable in her chair. What a night!
But I'm 17 now. what do you expect from
an old a new girl? Gracie.