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Scout: More Outrageous than Ever

July 28, 2012 at 6:53 am by Claudia

Say hello to Scout. This is what I call Scout’s ‘Hyper Look.’ Her eyes narrow a bit and her tongue gets very pink. Ditto for her ears and the skin around her eyes. She’s a border collie, therefore she’s very, very smart and very, very high energy. At the grand old age of 13 1/2, she still has more energy than most puppies do. She’s slowed down a bit, but given the right circumstances, she will cavort as if she’s 6 months old rather than the matronly 13 that she is.

An interesting change has occurred in the last couple of years. Well, there are a couple of them. First of all, Scout has become that elderly lady who nags and speaks her mind and doesn’t give a hoot what you think. Where she used to quietly wait by the door to be let back into the house, now she starts barking immediately and doesn’t stop until I let her in. If she wants something, she is relentless in her nagging, She’s always been sassy, but now? Oh my. She’s become an elderly brat.

She’s my role model. That’s how I’m going to be when I get older. I will say what I want to say when I want to say it. I will demand my due, knowing I’ve earned it, for heaven’s sake. I’ll speak my mind.

Here’s the other thing about Scout nowadays. She wants to eat. All the time. I’m feeding her the same amount of food as I always have. She used to have to be coaxed to eat. Not any more. That girl can put it away. She knows exactly when we are within an hour of her time to eat and bugs me non-stop until I make the move toward her food.

Remember when she was so sick recently and we couldn’t get her to eat? We talked to the doctor about it and he said he would write a prescription for something to stimulate her appetite. After giving it to her for a day or two, she became ravenous. She wolfed down all her food and then proceeded to stand over Riley as he ate, waiting to swoop in there and grab anything left in his bowl. I once came out of the bathroom to find her with her head in his bowl as he was calming eating his food. She had a maniacal look on her face as she gobbled up every morsel she could. The nerve!

She got in trouble for that.

What had come over her? Suspicious, I looked at the label on the prescription bottle. “Dex.” Uh…would that be Dexadrine? A stimulant?

My girl was ‘hopped up’ on drugs.

Her already healthy appetite tripled….quadrupled. As we weaned her off the Dex (according to the directions on the label) she became a bit more sane. A wee bit more lady-like.

She still waits for Riley to finish his meal, so she can eat anything he’s left or, at the very least, lick his bowl. She still gives me that unblinking border collie stare until I get her dinner. And the other day? Don had a tuna sandwich and left the paper napkin he had been using wadded up on the coffee table. In the meantime, both of us were out of the room for a short period of time. We came back to find shredded paper everywhere. What?? Scout never does that! This girl has never been the kind of dog who gets into things. And it certainly wasn’t Riley, who can’t even get up on his own.

It wasn’t until I sniffed the paper that I detected the scent of tuna and put two and two together.

She got in trouble for that, too.

Oh, that girl! She has never, not for a single second, been boring. She is so fascinating and interesting and funny and smart and obsessive and nuts. She’s high maintenance but oh, so worth it.

Love you, my girl. And no, it’s not time to eat yet.

 

Filed Under: Riley, Scout 17 Comments

Porch Time

July 20, 2012 at 7:00 am by Claudia

Thursday was that rare day where all the humidity and storms of Wednesday had blown away, leaving moderate temperatures, a gentle breeze and perfect weather for some family porch time.

Don played the guitar, I read a little. Then I plopped down on the glider and slept for an hour. I got up, traded places with Don and he slept for an hour. That gentle breeze lulled each of us to sleep.

Simple pleasures. With all the unbearable heat we’ve had lately, this particular afternoon was a blessing. Today Don is off to the Berkshires to work on another play. Work is a good thing, but in our line of work, it almost always means separation from our loved ones. With the joy of work comes the sorrow of being away from the family. And with Riley being so frail, it’s especially hard this time.

Have a wonderful Friday.

Filed Under: Don, life, Riley, Scout 22 Comments

Too Early on a Friday Morning

July 13, 2012 at 7:48 am by Claudia

5:30 am again?

Even my hyper little Scoutie is still sleeping. She has more sense than me.

I wish I could get, say, five good night’s sleep in a row. I get to sleep just fine. I just wake up too darned early. And then I start worrying about Riley; does he need to go outside, has he made a mess?

And then I start worrying about all sorts of other things. So I get up.

My boy was doing better this week. He was able to get up by himself off and on. You understand that when I say ‘better’ I mean tiny little improvements, don’t you? Yesterday morning, his barking woke us up. He’d made a bit of a mess (not his fault) and was thirsty and had been trying to get up. That struggle to get up seems to exhaust his muscles and for the next day or two, he can barely stay standing.

Right now he’s perched on some beach towels we found for sale at Target. I’ve been having to wash his towels every day, which uses a lot of our well water in this very, very dry stretch of weather, so I figured we could use some reinforcements if only to slow up the amount of washing that needs to be done. $5 each. And we bought all of them.

Oh, this is so hard, my friends. He’s still eating and drinking and occasionally joining in with Scout as she barks. But he struggles. And each time I start to entertain the thought of making the final decision, he perks up a little and I can’t do it.

How do I find a job when he needs me? I won’t make any kind of decision based on that. I could never live with myself. He’s my baby and I need to take care of him until I know it’s time. And then, I’ll help him as he crosses over.

I know so many of you have struggled and are struggling with the same thing.

Happy Friday.

Filed Under: life, Riley, Scout 31 Comments

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