No, that isn’t EmmaLou – it’s just a pic I found at funnydog.net and it will have to do. I didn’t think to take a pic of her — she had just had a grooming session and was looking so sweet and smelling so nice. Not two hours later she came to visit me and had the strangest spot on the top of her head that looked like grease and smelled horrid and it was green. She was so proud of herself – Yup – she had found something in the back yard and managed to roll the top of her head in it. It looked like she had a tattoo on the very top of her head. Off to the kitchen sink we went. Out came the dish soap and because she was a bad dog, mama got the old dish sponge and turned it to the scratchy side (ouch, serves you right you little bugger) and scrubbed that crap off her head. She was not a happy puppy and I was not a happy dog mom. Oh yes, it’s good to be back home.
Unfortunately due to all the driving and walking around while I was gone, I’m back on icepacks. (Hi, my name is Linda and I’m an icepackaholic. Hi Linda!) Yesterday my physical therapist really had fun at my expense and twisted and pulled and contorted me into all sorts of positions, but thankfully my sweet Chunky Monkey came over and gave me a forehead and temple massage, bless his heart. You see, the therapy place has changed teams on me and I no longer get my adored Agador Spartacus and my precious Chunky Monkey. Now I get the ministrations of a lovely lady named Sam who has worked wonders on me before so I’m happy.
What I’m trying to say is that life is somewhat back to normal – oh I’m still waiting for the call that mom has passed – it should be any day now, bless her heart, but life is mostly back to normal. I had my coffee and the paper delivered to me while I sit in my comfy chair typing this post. EmmaLou is asleep at my feet, passing doggie gas and I swear she’s sighing with each little “blip”. Yes, life is normal. Gretchen, Housecleaner Extraordinaire will be arriving in a few hours to clean the house because God knows I can’t do it and Devoted Spouse has his hands full with still taking care of me, doing laundry and other assorted tasks.
Dear sweet departed Mr. Rogers had it right…it’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood…