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A Nice Pillow & a Riley Update

August 24, 2011 at 1:26 pm by Claudia

Remember this post about ‘Nice?’ One day, I took a linen napkin in my stash and embroidered the word Nice on it along with some free form flowers. I thought about adding more embroidery but I sort of liked it the way it was. It’s been hanging around the studio without a purpose for a few months now. So I grabbed a pillow and this is what I came up with:

I didn’t particularly like the yellow pillow, so why not redo it? The embroidered piece was attached with a series of french knots. Here’s what it looks like on the bed.

Can you tell I like lots of pattern? Oh, that’s right, you’ve seen my living room, aka ‘Pattern Central.’

Thank you for your loving comments on the last post. Mom remains the same. Riley is a bit improved. We’ve learned he has a condition called Cauda Equina Syndrome that is progressive and cannot be cured. It is a debiltating form of arthritis in the joint between the last lumbar vertebra and the sacrum (pelvic area.) The canal through which the spinal cord and nerves pass is narrowed over time. Sometimes the disc is abnormal and that narrows the passage even more, putting pressure on the nerves and leading to nerve damage. It is often confused with hip dysplasia, which is what we thought Riley had. Dogs who suffer from this feel intense pain in their back and in their hind legs and tail. They have a hard time getting up or down and walk with a shuffling gait, scuffing the toes of the hind legs. They can lose control of their urine or, in Riley’s case, feces. He doesn’t always feel the sensation of having to go. It often occurs in German Shepherds and Riley is part German Shepherd.

This condition is ongoing and has progressed rather rapidly in the past few months. As to the other day, he started having diarrhea and was very agitated. By the next morning, he was extremely lethargic, wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t respond and wouldn’t drink. He was also running a fever. I thought this might be the end. Fortunately, this time we met with a Vet in the practice who explained everything about Cauda Equina Syndrome and also did blood work on him. He gave him fluids and put him on antibiotics. The blood work shows some kind of infection in his body – we don’t know where. He is responding a bit. He couldn’t get up by himself at all on Monday and yesterday he started to get up on his own and walk around the house. He also ate. He’s still very tired and we’ve got a ways to go, but I am cautiously optimistic. He’ll get antibiotics for another 6 days and, hopefully, we’ll see a big improvement by then.

I know that you all understand, especially those of you who are animal lovers. I dread the day we have to make a decision as to Riley’s quality of life. Hopefully, that won’t be in the near future.

My doctor said I couldn’t lift anything over 20 pounds for a month. I had my surgery one month ago on Monday… the day I had to help Riley up many times over the course of the day. Thank goodness I was able to.

Filed Under: decorating, dogs, embroidery, Riley 26 Comments

At the End of the Day

August 22, 2011 at 8:17 pm by Claudia

Early evening at Mockingbird Hill Cottage.

Riley isn’t doing well at all. I thought we might lose him today. He’s hanging in there, however. He’s such a sweet, gentle boy. I hope he lives for years, but I find that I am preparing myself. I cried on the phone with my sister, cried while talking to the Vet Tech on the phone and then cried in front of the Vet. He’s home with us now and I’m praying he turns a corner.

Mom has been moved to a rehabilitation center. She’s been there before. And she’s not happy. More and more often lately, she says she wants to die.

Dad has become increasingly hard to handle. Without going into details, I will just say that he’s exhibiting some of the same behavior that made growing up very difficult for all of us.

My parents have become the children. I know so many of you have dealt with this and understand it completely.

Patience. Compassion. Understanding. Tolerance.  Each of them needed every day. Some days they are readily available and easily embraced. Others? Not so easy.

How about some photos to make you (and me) smile? Miss Scout, at the end of the day, waiting for me by the side door, exasperated because I’m taking pictures.

Filed Under: Dad, dogs, mom, Riley, Scout 44 Comments

Random on Wednesday

August 17, 2011 at 9:44 am by Claudia

:: Greetings on a foggy Wednesday morning. The sun has just popped out as I write this. After several extremely gray and rainy days, it is most welcome. I am ashamed to tell you how overgrown our yard is due to the rain and the fact that I can’t use the weed wacker until Monday. The doctor has ordered me not to lift anything heavy for 4 weeks, severely cramping my style. I can’t lift Riley when his hips are bothering him or help him up and down the stairs. Can’t weed wack. Can’t move furniture. I did slip up a bit the other day when a dead limb from this maple fell to the ground. I immediately went out to the yard to clean up the mess, toting one part of the limb to a pile on the edge of the property. As I started to lift another section, the voice inside my head yelled, “What are you doing?!?” I dropped it like a hot potato. Sorry, Doc.

:: Scout had to go to the Vet the other day. She had a huge hot spot and yucky stuff in her ears. Allergies and humid summer weather are not a good combination for my dogs. At least Scout, however grudgingly, will let me put something in her ears. Riley? No way.

:: Our hot water heater is dying. Oh joy. This is just one in a series of things in this house that need to be updated or replaced. Our favorite repairman, Gino, who is also our heating oil guy, came over to look at it yesterday morning. The diagnosis is eventual replacement but for now we’re trying to baby it along. Gino is a swell guy. He didn’t even charge me for his time.

I need to win the lottery.

:: After almost 7 weeks without coffee, I grew tired of the endless stupor I seemed to be in every morning. I did pretty well. I really did. But it took me hours to wake up. That’s okay if one is still recovering from surgery, but not when one is trying to actually get something done. I gave it up for two reasons: it wasn’t good for my gall bladder, nor for my slightly high blood pressure. Well, the gall bladder is no more. So I made a deal with myself. One cup of coffee a day. That’s it.

Oh, how I missed it. Thank goodness I still had some Peet’s French Roast in the refrigerator.

:: I had been obsessing about a metallic rattle I kept hearing when driving our car. Don is perfectly capable of ignoring these things but I am not. The car was driving just fine but it is 10 years old. I stopped by our mechanic’s garage yesterday. A loose heat shield. No biggie. Sigh of relief! He’ll fix it when the car gets its annual inspection in a few weeks.

:: Lots of drama and worry continues on the parent front. I seem to spend a good portion of the day on the phone with my dad or my sister. I don’t know what we would do without my sister. Because my parents decided to relocate to Florida ten years ago, Meredith has been the one who has to handle all of the middle of the night phone calls and everything that goes along with aging parents. My crotchety parents are not always as grateful or appreciative as they should be,  but I sure am.

:: Look what arrived in the mail! My friend Meri sent us some jumping jacks! I suppose they are really for Don, as it is his collection. Lord knows, I have enough collections around here. Aren’t they cute? I promise another photo when they are hanging in their proper place. A big hug to you, Meri. Thank you.

:: I forgot to address a comment or two on this post. Florida Bird asked if I would post a tutorial on the fabric lampshade. To be perfectly honest, I did a sort of slap-dash job on it. So I don’t feel qualified to guide you through a tutorial. I’m fine with the way it looks, but I have a feeling a tutorial should be a bit more precise than my “grab-some-fabric-and-glue-and-if-it-doesn’t-fit-slap-some-more-fabric-on” way of working on this project. Also, Into Vintage said she was admiring the jar of cookies in the background. Well, they are cookies, just not for us. They’re dog biscuits for Scout and Riley.

:: If you’re interested, there is still time to leave a comment on my book review post. You might win a free copy of Just My Type, a book about fonts. You have until Thursday evening.

Okay. I’ve talked enough. Bye for now.

Filed Under: Dad, Fellow bloggers, mom, Riley, Scout 20 Comments

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