I think this the most appropriate title for the last two weeks of activities. Two Friday’s have passed since we blew the cameral lady away with our cheeky grins. I don’t know quite what to say of the adorable grandkids that we have. And my lovely daughters paid for the session with the photographer for our thirtieth anniversary. Of course the pregnant bump will be history by the time the holiday cards come out to the relatives. But maybe will do it early and keep everyone guessing on whether grand baby number three will be a boy or a girl!
Our little grand son found his legs this week and is showing off his new skill for the video camera daily. Of course the slippery socks and the wood floors, and the “Man Down!” Make for the best of laughs and quite a lot of bravery on the little guy’s nerves. Mommy (daughter number one) has learned to be a great cheerleader clapping and saying, “Good job, Buddy!” As he crashes to the floor. He also learned the say cheese posture and gets a sheepish grin when he does it. So cute!
The other day, my asthma got the best of me when I was out in the new windbreak area. I was checking the drip irrigation tube for the pine trees and pulling it back into position. Also, taking a whack at some of those weeds. It was fairly early and only seventy degrees out, so heat was not the problem. The humidity was a little high and I forgot to check it before my morning travels. Anyway, I blacked out and went down.
No worries, though, Honey had actually followed me out on my rounds and was not far away. When I felt the dirt underneath me, i opened my eyes. At first my thoughts were, what happened, and now what? Then the training kicked in. “Hone, Come!” I commanded. she perked right up and came immediately to my side and sat. “You have to help me up,” I said, “Brace!” And I told myself, take a deep breath. Honey stood and remained stiff as a statue for me to get to my feet. I was so dizzy, so I kept a hold on her collar. (It took several weeks of training for her to guide me with a collar hold. Most dogs resist the grip and want to get away. She learned that guiding me with the collar hold was not any different than the harness or the leash. My next command was rather airy as I stated “To the House!” But she began walking with purpose. I just kept up my steady count breathing with her steps. When we got to the house, I remained attached until we were inside to “Find My Purse!” Honey did a quick scan and took me directly to it with her nose on the bag. It was at that point that I let go of her collar, dropped down to the floor and began my rescue puffs.
After a few minutes elapsed, I began to realize just how amazing the rescue had been. She remained directly be my side and panted a steady even working dog breathing. I wanted to take some photos of my service dog, but she had her head on my stomach until I was back to normal breathing. So I just waited with her as my guide, resting and getting my airways back to normal. I patted her over and over saying, “Good girl!”
It’s moments like that which tell me I am a dog’s person. Her training came to my rescue. And She did exactly what she was suppose to do when asked. Honey has been a difficult dog for me, I felt like she did not “Get Me” like Seymour did. The training took longer than I expected. But her hyper alert personality, with a lot of patience has been put to good use.
I became pretty emotional after the episode wore off. The asthma came out of the blue for me. I had so few attacks the last few weeks of dry weather, that the humid air caught me off guard. Part the the problem could be the type of coffee that I was drinking. After the allergy testing in March, my asthma episodes became almost non-existent. The shallow breathing that comes with asthma has been less predictable. I did have one attack in May I think with all of the tree buddy and flowers on the fruit trees. That was the last time I remember using Honey to return to the house under breathing stress.
Later in the day, she earned her cheese snack. We did not do much for several hours. I was a little wore out for the surprise asthma attack. And my emotions were all over the place as I realized that my service dog had just earned her keep. Of course I had to brag her up and tell everyone about it. After a broken rib (she was five months old) and a broken nose (she was eight months old) and my daughter’s dislocated jaw (Honey was nearly a year old) Honey still is a very excitable dog. She is not really your nursing home kind of service dog.
However, her heel on a light leash hold for a bicycle ride is amazing. She has never run in front of the bike. The fact that she took to running beside the bicycle like a duck to water was amazing to me. I could sure use a better bicycle. The one I am using was my daughter’s bike from high school. And it needs a full work up to quit making all of those clicking noises. I try to get her out for hard run about once a week on a cool morning. And living in the country is hard to predict when there might too much traffic on the road.
Meanwhile, we put together the smokeless fire-pit on Father’s day. I enjoyed the fact that my dad was trying out his new smoker on some chicken and turkey legs, while I was trying to get rid of the smoke on my fire-pit. I mean who want’s to sit around the fire pit and have to use eye drops just to sleep at night. Out county just issued a burn ban, so I’m not sure we will use it when the company is here this weekend or not. It does keep a very contained fire and the smoke is burned off by the air flow science. Yes, It worked!
I fell in love with a new stitch this month. Learning the Solomon’s Knot was a good challenge for my new hook. I also found some nice fleece yarn to make a winter lace shawl. This one has a 20% wool acrylic and is pretty warm even though it is full of holes. Haha. It was good to learn something new in the air conditioned house during the unseasonably hod afternoons in June.
Now you know what’s been happening and the rest of the time will be pulling weeds out of the garden.