Are you expecting a coherent thoughtful post? Maybe something with a bit of humor? Or something to make you think?
Nope. It isn’t going to happen.
I’m so mixed up I feel like it’s my head in a cone. Here are my random thoughts.
On Honey’s Surgery
Honey had a bumpy thing removed from her leg yesterday.
All went well and the vet confirmed that they don’t think it’s malignant.
We’ll get a pathology report next week that will hopefully confirm her diagnosis.
On A Dog Without A Face
Like many dogs recovering from surgery. Honey has a cone to keep her from licking or nibbling her wound.
Luckily, it’s a soft one that makes it easy for her to lie down and sleep.
But it’s not see-through. And I keep looking up to find this dog I don’t recognize because I can’t see her face.
It’s very strange.
Dog As Flower
To me, Honey looks like a morning-glory in her blue cone.
The Most Beautiful Dog In The World
The day before her surgery, we took Honey to walk around Rehoboth Beach.
I joked that she’d enjoy having tourists who had left their dogs behind on vacation coming to greet her.
But apparently I wasn’t kidding.
We must have had 20 people or more come running up to us on the sidewalk asking if they could pet Honey. Everyone told us how beautiful she was.
Last night, one of the vet’s staff members kept remarking that Honey was beautiful. Her face. Her soft eyes.
She didn’t seem to be just being nice.
And yet this woman is around beautiful dogs (and cats and birds and guinea pigs etc.) every day.
I think Honey is beautiful. But she looks like lots of other golden retrievers.
Every dog I see is beautiful to me.
Am I wrong? Is Honey the most beautiful dog in the world?
Why One Dog Is Not Enough
I have one dog because I wanted to foster.
One dog makes it easier to take a second dog into our home. Then that one dog is there to comfort me when the foster dog leaves.
But when you take your one dog to the hospital for the day and no one follows you out of the room or curls up by your feet, you realize one dog is not enough.
Horrible Things You Think When Your Dog Is Sick
I know I’m not the only one whose mind leaps to the worst possibilities when her dog gets sick.
But I bet I’m the only person you know who immediately considered how hard it would be for a three-legged dog to live on a sailboat.
It’s a horrible thought.
And in a weird kinda way, it’s funny.
Oh, And About The Boat
We’ve been talking about the dang boat so long that people probably think we’re making it up.
When are we going to stop talking and start posting cute pictures of Honey at sea?
Yeah, it’s taking way too long for us too. And it’s certainly taking too long for my kind sister and brother-in-law who let us move into their house thinking we’d be gone in 2-3 weeks (instead of 2+ months).
The sellers are taking care of one last repair this week before we close on the boat. We’re hoping we’ll be moving aboard in a matter of days.
Then we’ll tell you the boat’s name and show some pics of our new home.
Gratitude For Stories
Y’know, hearing everyone’s bumps, lumps, humps and-everything-turned-out-fine stories really helped.
I’ve never found anything scary looking on my dog and had it turn out to be anything but horrible.
So thank you. It really helped me worry less.
And I’m really thrilled to have an “it was nothing” story of my own.
Everything Is Normal
And finally, although Honey looks strange in her blue cone, she’s perfectly normal in every way.
She barks her disapproval when my husband is too slow getting her food. She needs to greet everyone as soon as she hears their voices. And she sprawled all over the bed last night leaving both me and my husband with our bums hanging off the edge of the bed.
Yep, she’s gonna be fine.