Anyway, I've been using those old washable diapers on both her and Scrappy as a test run before ordering anything. I'm using one like a belly band for Scrappy, but when I returned from doing barn chores last night, he got so excited that he couldn't contain himself, nor could the belly band contain him either. So, I had a long trail of pee dribble all over the freshly steam-vacced carpet. The house smelled so bad when my husband got home from work that he opened a window even though it was 50 degrees out. When I got too cold, I shut the window and turned on a ceiling fan. It was either that or keeping my headache that I developed between the urine fumes and all the chemical smells from cleaning the carpet repeatedly. This means I will have to remember to either lock the dogs up in the outdoor kennel or in the bathroom whenever I leave the house, even for a few minutes. I'm also going to have to order real belly bands.
Then this morning I found that neither dog was wearing its diaper, and there were urine stains all over the carpet again. I steam-vacced the carpet before the sun came up. I'm trying to give this time to clear up since taking the dogs to the vet just seems to make things worse, but I'm also aware that I may have to make some dreaded quality of life decisions soon. Even if this is a matter of Scrappy having another bladder stone, he can't survive surgery at his age.
I did manage to get some gifts wrapped yesterday. However, since trying to decorate for the holidays was so difficult, I'm keeping it down to one little LED tree. I went into the garage to get the tree, and the dogs needed to go out. I tried again to get the tree, and again the dogs needed to go out. I finally got the tree, started setting it up, and the dogs needed to go out. Then I began shaping the branches on the tree, but before I could finish, the dogs needed to go out. Then I tried looking for a place to plug in the tree, but before I could find one, the dogs needed to go out. So, I gave up. No Christmas lights, no garlands, no stockings, no figurines, no candles this year. We'll live without them.
I turned off my phone, because everyone who calls wants something from me and I have nothing to give. Right now my dogs are getting my undivided attention.
So far, the trespassing neighbor hasn't returned, but it's also been raining. I went down to the arroyo several times yesterday to check on the trails and sign, and to make my presence known. I wanted them to see me spending time down there, so that they'd realize that we do use that part of our land and it's not open to the public.
When I came back from the arroyo, I played a game with the horses. I'd crouch down low in the weeds by the arena fence, and the horses would tip-toe toward me to see what I was up to. Then I'd say, "Ready? Set. Go!" and I'd take off running. There'd be this explosion of hooves, and the horses would fly off in all directions running and bucking. It was hilarious. They knew I was playing with them, because they kept coming back for more.
I feel bad because every time that I get into a routine of working with the horses to keep them fit and keep their minds busy, something happens to bring it to a screeching halt. Now it's the dogs and the weather. Before I know it, summer will be here and life as I know it will be over. Then the kicking, injuries, and vet visits will begin. I wish I could do more with the horses than just playing "lion in the grass".
Some real horse people looked at buying the house next door yesterday. I could tell by the way they dressed that horses were their life. They were the first home shoppers in two years of that ranch being on the market to actually go down to the back paddock and walk it off. Most people who have looked at the place were retired couples who just toured the house, but never bothered to venture out onto the land. This couple was more interested in the barn and dry lots than the house, so I think there's a good chance they might buy it. People come to my area from all over the world just to ride their horses, because the community has been so good about leaving open land for horseback riders. The ranch next door is one of the few properties available with five full acres. Most horse owners only have one acre. So, if the house sells to non-horse people, it will be a shame. Of course, I wish the house could remain empty for the rest of my time here, but that's not going to happen.
A picture from better days when the sun was out and we could sit on the porch...
|My one healthy dog.|