Is It Sunday?

I was shocked to realize that it was Sunday when I got up this morning. I seem to have lost a few days.

I felt so much better after the relief the pain killers and muscle relaxers ....... I decided to tackle a few chores I had been putting off in hopes that my shoulder would suddenly be "all better". Tuesday was such a good day, I decided to not take anything for pain. I changed the sheets on the bed. I was careful not to stretch my arm out and was quite pleased, knowing fresh sheets were on the bed. I have been relying on help from He Who does not tuck them tight enough to suit me.

Two loads of laundry and all the folding followed that. Still felt good, so I made dinner and even fresh bread. While it simmered and baked, I was inspired to bathe the dogs ........

Now, Oscar, the heaviest of them all, enjoys his bath time ritual that includes a good massage while shampooing. In his younger years, he would try to avoid this, all the while knowing I would win in the end. But, now that he is old, he has learned to appreciate a good rub down and will stand still for me.

Wall-E tried to hide. Wants to avoid the bath entirely, but is afraid to blatantly oppose my wishes. He succumbs grudgingly, but will still try to escape before the rinsing and toweling is complete. I find myself saying "flyswatter" a lot. Not only are they afraid of the flyswatter, the mere word "flyswatter" gives all my dogs pause. I have never actually swatted any of them except Oscar and that was years ago. I suppose he has warned them all.

Toni Louise, our up and coming alpha dog, will tend to try my patience more than the rest. She is okay with shampoo and water, but will suddenly leap up with her long gangly arms to give me a big wet hug. It is hard to scold her when she is showing affection .... and she tends to disregard the scolding anyway.


Cujo was easy to handle. He only weighs 8 lbs. and loves any attention I give him. He was sort of jealous the entire time I was bathing the other three and was delighted when his turn came. I was tired after all that activity, but not in pain. Okay, maybe a little, but I have been dealing with this off and on since July, so it was quite bearable.

Woke up very early Wednesday in absolute agony. I have been stumbling around in a drugged haze since. Still awaiting the arrival of my insurance card. Surgery doesn't sound so bad now.