The dog things I love...

I am cresting into a surgery which has only one bit of worry. It is a simple surgery which is apparently an Olympic event in this state....gall bladder. Seriously, my counselor asked me if it ran in my family I snorted derisively and said, "It runs in the state". I don't think there are many people in my realm of friends which have not either had someone in their live who had the surgery or themselves. Unfortunately I was left with the image of my friend who said when they pulled hers out, the stones CASCADED out of the bladder. I have this perverted vision of a roast like item with superballs bounding out of it.

The only fear I have (other than Mike's cooking) is the doglets. Recently my main symptom has become more pronounced and frequent...dry heaving/nausea. I was laying on the bed with the dogs surrounding me and Mike on the end of the bed...having an "episode". Daisy jumped up looked at me & went to Mike. Her little face showed anxiety....MIKE, Da Momma is sick! Mike looked at her & pet her saying "Da Momma is fine". Daisy looked at me then back at Mike...I told her I was fine. She went back to laying with me...dubious that she should not act to help me. The boys never moved from their napping positions. Daisy is like the volunteer fire department...always prepared. The other day she was notifying us that Mike was outside WITHOUT her....I asked "Daisy...Daisy...what's the matter. Is Mike stuck in the well?". I think she told me to fuck off.

Apparently for Bo & Daisy, my belly is their safe place. As a pup, I would hold Bo's chewie for him. I mostly did it because when I wanted to sleep, I would hold it for him until he slept. Because he would be sleepy, he would lay on my tummy & I would hold the chewie for him. As much as that was cute....30 pounds of dog on a newly surgeried gut could cause...um...yah...pain. Daisy seems to LAY across my middle almost like a shawl. Yet another potential for pain.

Luke sleeps on his own on whomever's pillow is empty. But he is also our talker. When we come home, he is so excited that he barks and barks. For some reason after he settled in with us, I started the idea of "momma love" with him. The other two would bound past Luke to say HI. Luke just waited. When it was his turn, I would ask him if he wanted momma love. I figured it is his time without the needy two, to say hi to me. He puts his front paws on my belly and I rub his ears and talk to him....and he tells me about his day. I ask if the mail man came...did the neighbor kid walk across our lawn...normal dog stuff. Luke sits in the window of the guest room on the bed watching....a canine Mr Rogers. But again, I have started a habit which will soon become painful.

To prepare for this I have started (yes, am aware of the delay in their training) "Down". To no avail. As I don't feel good lately, the three of them are truly a relief. It is just pure love and reassurance. Kind of like a personal fan club for Da Momma. Not a bad thing I feel...just will be a bit more adjustment in the next month.

Be great to you!
H