This is my old guy, Oscar .... in his prime. Most of those teeth are gone now and his muzzle is gray. I still think he is a fine specimen and have been told that he looks good .... for his age.
As you can see, he is not too happy about the hat and doggles. No, I did not buy these. HeWho is a sucker for such things. The dog wore them once, long enough to capture the moment.
This was Oscar's dog-wife, Emmy. She was as sweet as she looks. I still miss her every day. She was my constant companion whenever I sat in my chair. Oscar would join us. If there was no room, he would lay nestled next to my leg and Emmy would curl up on his back. She only weighed 6 lbs. Six pounds of pure love.
I was cleaning out my sewing room and found a bunch of pictures I thought I had lost. The sewing room is a mess, but I sat down with the pictures and here I am. Cujo has taken the coveted spot right next to my leg and Oscar is on his bed on the floor, all cleaned up after Toni Louise had her vomit spree last week.
Think I might just have a little nap. My results from my stress test came in today. Normal. I am still wearing the monitor until March, then I will be scheduled for a sleep study in our quest to find out what is irritating my heart. I don't really need a test to know that my sleep patterns are not good. I just really need opportunity and some inner peace to sleep.
I worry. About things, not really important things. I just worry and my mind gnaws at little things until I come up with a solution. I always have an ear open to hear the whimper of Oscar in the night, lest he wet the bed. He would never set out to pee in his sleeping place, but he is old and accidents happen.
Then here is that boy cat named Martha. Martha prefers to sleep all day and wander all night. He hides at bedtime and avoids being put out if he can help it. He has chosen the hours of 2 and 3am as his time to go out. Like clockwork, that cat will wake me. First he moves the shade at the window (on my side of the bed), then he meows. If that doesn't wake me he will claw and scratch the wall under the window until I get up. This annoys me, since I recently painted the wall and the window sill. He is very aware that it annoys me. I told him so. Oh, and I sort of flung him out the door one night after a particularly long session of cat scratching my wall.
Yes, I deserve a nap.