It’s all about the dog urine, baby…

LB got a treat this morning. Daddy came down the ladder and we went straight out the door. It’s gonna be like that all week. I’ve got two sets of neighbors out of state and they’ve all got dogs (and in one case horses) that still need feeding.

Ghost, of course, is a geriatric hospice case by now and needs more than food. If I had a kennel to keep him in I’d load his protesting ass into the Jeep and put him in it. But I don’t, and he can’t get in the Jeep for fun any more – in fact he can’t do much of anything any more – and so I have to go to S&L’s every 3-4 hours to let him out so he can pee. In between that and naps he eats and drinks prodigiously, and his joints are killing him, so he needs to be encouraged to get up and get out to do his chores.

Once this morning and afternoon I have to extend those visits up the ridge and over the plateau to visit T&S’s place – they of the impressive stone walls – to see to their horses and pets.

So lots of backing and forthing. I went nuts filling the Jeep…

…only to leave the gas cap on the rear light mount like I do about half the time. It fell off beside the driveway and this morning I got to stare at the engine light all the way to S&L’s and back. Happy to find a cheap answer to the question of the engine light, since I have a superstition about the trips back and forth to T&S’s place. Break down on that road and you’ve got a long walk over some empty, empty country. And sooner or later the Jeep is going to break down and need a tow. Boots, water, gun and phone, for sure.

Anyway, the Ghost trips started yesterday and the T&S trips start today. Plus with my other hand I need to get busy again on the bedroom. Monday I made what I hope is the last big construction-related purchase of the year…

Swear I may have spent more money for paint in a single year at some point back in my Mr. Suburban Man life, but the memory’s not coming. The Lair’s east and west sides could still use another coat but it’s going to have to wait for Spring. I’m gonna cover the floor with plastic again, hit a couple of coats on the ceiling and walls, then call it good and start moving furniture in. Meant to yesterday, but I let other things get in the way. No more procrastination; I’m writing this in a hoodie. Winter Is Coming.

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8 Responses to It’s all about the dog urine, baby…

  1. Mark Matis says:

    For Ghost, ask S&L to get him a Vetprofen scrip:
    and hit him with that to get his arthritis under control. Ordering the 100 mg and splitting it is a reasonable way to do things. Probably start him on 1/4 tab once per day. Keep at that for two or three days to see how he does. If that’s not enough, go up to 1/2 tab once per day or one 1/4 tab twice per day. Once you get the prescription from a vet, as you can see it will be very expensive for S&L so they might not want to do it…

    And get him this as well:
    in an appropriate strength for his weight to help slow his rate of decline. Vet should be able to recommend strength per dose, and those tablets also split rather easily.

  2. Claire says:

    Speaking of dog urine … how’s LB doing?

  3. Joel says:

    Better, not perfect. He goes back and forth. We finished two weeks of the antibiotic but he’ll stay on the filtered water for as long as I can get it to him – he drinks as much water a day as I do or more, so I’m hauling more water bottles these days.

    At least he hasn’t had any more bloody urine issues, though I’m still watching.

  4. Ben says:

    Do I understand correctly that you are planning to move in before you finish off the floor?

    That said, I’m sure that we are all looking forward to seeing you in there.

  5. Judy says:

    It was 48 in Grants yesterday morning. I had to put on a sweater to load my bag back in the car so I could finish my trip back to Phoenix. I waved from I-40 in your general direction as I whizzed by.

  6. Mark Matis says:

    Single finger does not count as a “wave”, Judy. Surely you understand that by now…

  7. Judy says:

    Mark, the last I heard the single finger was the Hawaiian Hi Sign. ;>)

  8. Mark Matis says:

    That is indeed their “Hi!” sign for Haole.

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