It is getting harder and harder to get up off the floor these days… for both of us.
I struggle a bit, but can still manage. If she goes down, she stays down until the cavalry come to rescue her. We had to get my boy down to help pick her up the other night, as her leg gave out…and it just flops about a bit when she tries to use it. She’s not happy about that. She s put lots of non-slip mats down for em to get a grip on…but they don’t seem to work for her.We’re both having to learn to live with changes, but while mine are coming on gradu’lly, hers seem to come all at once…
We just have to learn to live with it, I s’ppose. There is an old saying says that you can’t teach an old dog new tricks. Well, you may not be able to… but that doesn’t mean we can’t learn them. And that seems to apply to two-legses s well as four, because since she’s been poorly, she seems to be getting waited on, hand and paw… and she isn’t doing anything. I couldn’t get my head around it. I mean, what a lifestyle! And does she appreciate it?
I watched her. She’s just sitting there at the desk.
She doesn’t need to ask for a drink… there is always one beside her. He brings her medicine… and nice, chocolatey things to take the taste away. He uses the groomy thing on her muscles… and she only has to smile.
If I smile, and especially if I try to sneak in to give him a give him a cuddle… he just complains about fish breath. Or being squished.
But there had to be some way she was getting him to do all this nice stuff. I couldn’t see it.
Then, while he was in the kitchen… I saw her in action. Sneaky…
All she did was cough.
Just a little cough. Nothing much… nothing desperate… not even on purpose…
… and the Ball Guy downs tools in the kitchen and comes running…
Was she okay..? Did she need..? Could her get..?
I mean, isn’t that what two-legses are supposed to do for us four-legses? Cats seem to manage that kind of service! Why not dogs? So I settled down for a snooze and a think.
Next morning, I waited till it was all quiet. He as working at the kitchen table. She was at the desk. I just sat still… and coughed. Quite deliberately.
She looked round all quizzical, then her face cleared and she did that “I know what you’re up to” look. I grinned back. And coughed again. Louder.
Nothing happened, except she was finding it hard not to smile.
I tried again. Each time, looking over expectantly at the door…
…meanwhile, she is in hysterics… quietly laughing herself to pieces on her chair. Well, they say laughter is the best medicine… and I only want to help er feel better, after all…
It took a few tries before I got the volume right and he came. I am going to have to work on the Ball Guy’s training on this one though… It never takes him long to catch on to be fair, and he’s really good with walks and treats and stuff. And especially with her.
And, if all else fails, I just have to look cute… that always works.