Some mornings the only thing that makes me want to get out of bed is the dog. Scratch that. I still don’t WANT to get up but you can’t
ignore a pushy schnauzer when he’s gotta pee. He bounces against the mattress
until I open my eyes and then he stares at me with the sweetest angelic, canine
smile on earth. I swing my legs over the side of the bed where I’ll sit for a
few minutes to gain my equilibrium. At that point Levi lets me know the peeing
order---me before him or him before me.
With those basics out of the way we begin our morning routine. Coffee
goes on and I sit at my keyboard that’s inside a large computer wardrobe in the
kitchen. When the coffee spits out of my Keurig, Italian sweet cream goes in it
and a few bits of Milk-Bone Trail Mix goes to the dog. But not before he proves
he can smell which hand I’m hiding them in. He can’t lose. I have one in each
hand but he’s got his favorite flavors and for round one of the game, he’ll pick the hand
with the sweet potato over the beef every time but he’ll pick the rolled oats milk
bone---his favorite---over both of them in our game of Which Hand.
Over the next hour Levi can be a pain in the butt. As I read
around the internet or work on writing my next blog post he’ll be in and out of
the house a half dozen times. If he barks while outside, I’ll tap on the window
that’s next to my computer chair to get his attention, then hold my finger up to my lips. If that
doesn’t silence him, I’ll make him come inside. Usually that happens when someone
is walking a dog up the cul-de-sac. When he’s called in he’ll make a bee-line
to the library where he can continue to follow the dog and its walker until
they are out of sight. At the point Levi wants to go back outside again. He
turned eight in January and this has been our routine his entire life which
explains why I don’t like morning appointments. Getting dressed and walking the
dog in the morning before hurrying off somewhere just isn’t my idea of the good
life on Lazy Old Lady Street.
Friday, however, was an exception. I had signed up to go a travelogue
about Scotland that was originally scheduled for 3:00 PM Monday but it was the
victim of a snow cancellation and it got rescheduled for 10:00 AM on Friday. If
I didn’t go it would have been my 7th day of isolation meaning my sanity
was in serious jeopardy. Around the 4th day without human contact I feel like I'm drifting in a dinghy in the middle of the ocean and by day six I'm playing Tom Hanks' part in Cast Away. Levi is my sanity savior and without him in my life I'd probably weigh fifty pounds more if I didn’t have to search the house for him a million
times a day. He’s got nine places he likes to be depending on sun patterns,
wildlife in the yard, dog walkers and if he’s cold or annoyed or he thinks I
need to be watched more carefully for reasons known only to him.
The travelogue was put on by a travel club I belong to that
has eight-nine programs sporadically throughout the year and this time the
speaker was a guy from Switzerland who works for Globus, the oldest escort tour
company in Europe. The guy was funny enough to be a stand-up comedian and he kept
us laughing all the way through laying out a ten day itinerary to see castles,
mountains, moors, festivals, pubs, villages and cities. The slides and videos were
breathtaking, the classic dancers and music of Scotland lively---both making me
wish I was as adventuresome as I am in my imagination. Every time I drive home
from one of these events I tell myself I could actually go on one of these
tours. I've got the money and the time. But what would I do about Levi? If I thought I could get him to
understand Face Time or Skype I know his kennel owner would help him do it. Then all I’d have to do is practice getting
drunk so I’d know how to do it on the long flights---that could help me overcome my fear of
flying.
When I got home I found a surprise
in my mailbox, a note card from a cousin who is a selfless do-good type with a huge
heart. She makes me want to be a better person whenever I hear about her many charitable
activities. The note read: “Instead of giving up something for lent I feel led
to send notes to those who have touched my life. Today God put your name on my
heart. I am so glad we have been able to re-connect through Facebook as
I have fond memories of time spent with you growing up. Your mom was a stickler
for rules, but a fun lady who always made me and the others feel
special. Your dad was a gem. I loved his smile and he was so much fun. You know
my dad drank and sometimes the good times get lost in the bad times. It is sad
that so many in our family are gone, even our cousins....” I don’t honor lent but if I did I’d copy my cousin’s thoughtful idea. Her
words made me feel warm and fuzzy inside, knowing that others have fond memories
of my parents. I won the parent lotto and the older you get, the easier it is
to appreciate things like that. ©
What would we do without our pets? Levi needs you. Having a dog must be like having a child who believes the sun rises and sets with you. Never had one, but my last boyfriend did, and while she was sweet, she sure controlled his schedule. Cats, not so much.
ReplyDeleteScotland is one of my favorite places! Such awesome landscape and history. I went 18 years ago, in September. No midges then to do battle with.
Scotland looks like a wonderful place to visit. I could push myself past the flying thing to go but not leaving Levi for nearly two weeks. When I was younger we had two dogs die from being left behind in a kennel. Never want to go through that again. He is my child.
DeleteI don't get to use the cats as my excuse--I just plain and simply will never fly again--until I am on my way to Heaven. I love what your cousins is doing. I try things like that, rather then give up something. I usually take on something new. I have found, 40 days is a really long time!!! LOL
ReplyDeleteOne note for each day of lent is very do-able and what a nice way to not only do something nice for someone else but also give yourself a reason to reminisce.
DeleteYour cats would miss you if you took a vacation (or was in the hospital a few days) but they are easier to get someone to come in to feed them and change their litter box.
Too bad you don't have a live-in dog sitter. Best of both worlds ... and you could get away for a couple of days. My dogs always preferred the babysitter who took them to her house! They had 7 acres and lots of dogs and let everyone on the furniture and in bed with them. Better than home!
ReplyDeleteBut traveling really is hard work. Maybe if Mr. Ralph were still here but honestly it is even a lot of work to visit Portland! They are talking me into it ... probably May. Once or twice a year. Maybe. At least it is nonstop so I don't have to get off, find the next flight, and reload. I'm joining the Lazy Old Lady club!
I used to have someone who'd take Levi for a day or two but she got a second dog and so did her son who leave it at her house of daycare. I can't ask her to take Levi anymore with her full house. Dogs really are like our children.
DeleteYou'll like the Lazy Old Lady Club. We get to do whatever we want. LOL
I agree with you: the older I get, the more I appreciate what good parents I had. My gosh...the stories you hear...I feel so fortunate to have grown up with loving, caring and understanding parents. That was sweet of your cousin. One of the reasons that I like the connection that I have with my cousins is that we all knew each other's parents which, at this point in our lives, seems valuable. I have been married 40 years, this year, but my husband never met my father because he died so young. Growing up was such a distant time!
ReplyDeleteI don't have any animals because I travel too much! Levi does sound like a pleasant companion.
Regards,
Leze
I only have one sibling---older---and there are so few people left who do remember my parents in our growing-up years. My cousin is a sweetheart. I wish we lived in the same city. You're right about the connection of us all knowing each others parents. It's like shorthand to knowing how each of us were raised.
DeleteI've loved all the dogs I've had in my lifetime but Levi is probably the quirkiest of all.
I haven't thought about Lent in years, but I really like your cousin's positive approach of doing good deeds rather than the negative approach of giving something up. (I had an alcoholic aunt and uncle who used to give up beer for Lent and only drink hard liquor!) -Jean
DeleteThat's funny and very sad at the same time...giving up beer for lent.
DeleteI agree with AW that travelling is hard work. I find that the best part is returning to home, sweet home! That said, is there any good, reliable group travel company in USA (similar to say Globus for Europe) catering for the senior single? Any way to avoid the single supplement (short of dragging a reluctant second person). With so many older single people travelling, I'd have thought travel companies and hotels would have adapted but apparently not. ~ Libby
ReplyDeleteGlobus does tours in the USA and Canada. I don't know any company that caters to seniors but seniors seem to be the ones who have the time and money for travel. The travel club I belong is all retired people and they have mixers so you get to know others and get matched with a roommate, if you want. I don't go to the mixers because I'm not THAT serious about traveling but I hear some matches even do an over night trip close-by to see how the match would work out. I think I would just pay the extra supplement to have some alone time at night in my room. 24/7 for two weeks with the same people could get a bit much for me otherwise. My travel club uses other travel companies besides Globus but I don't know any of them enough to recommend one over another. The two ladies who run the travel club are great for seniors and I trust them...known them for five years as they escort the senior hall day trips. They facilitate and plan everything and troubleshoot along the way and have been doing world travel for decades. Travel clubs are great. They even have them for RVs and I know of one just for RVing ladies. They caravan around the States.
DeleteI'm not a good traveler. Yes, it's work; it is inconvenient and uncomfortable; often disappointing; and flying is AWFUL! Still, I'd love to visit Scotland. I recently found out I have some Scottish ancestry and I'm sort of obsessed with the Outlander book series, and I have a friend who is Scottish and recently returned to live there so I'd even have someone to visit and show me around. Did I mention how much I hate to fly? That is likely the biggest obstacle. But who knows? Maybe....
ReplyDeleteI know you don't like to fly but still screw up your courage to go to Hawaii ever year. Gotta be proud of that.
DeleteI know what you mean about being obsessed of your family homeland. Last year when I found out about my 1/4 Irish heritage going back to 1906 I've been obsessed. I've read some of the Outlander books. They are great!
P.S. Travel clubs plan a year or two in advance. Lots of time to build up a trust if you go to all the mixers and lectures. I imagine all travel clubs work the same way.
DeleteThank you! Travelling on my own seems so arduous that I wonder why I think about it. A travel DVD at home seems so much easiser! But sometimes good to push oneself out of one's comfort zone, so will continue to explore the idea. ~ Libby
ReplyDeleteTry googling "travel clubs+[your city's name]". I'm pretty sure Australia has a lot of them. The one I belong to has absolutely no pressure to actually travel to attend their lectures. If you go often enough you get to know the others who attend.
DeleteIt's no bother at all to put a card in the mail to an older person, and believe it or not, I still have a couple of friends/relatives who are older than I. :( I could do much better on the card detail, but I do try to send my Aunt Ruby a card and call her, but I really don't do it often enough. Your cousin is very thoughtful.
ReplyDeleteI love it when you write about Levi and his antics. He makes me smile every time. I told my husband that if/when I die, he should get a cat or dog. I prefer dogs, but he likes cats just as well as dogs. I think dogs are more company, and they care more about humans, but that's just me.
I don't like to fly either.
I still like to get hand written cards and notes and do on occasions. But this card was a total surprise.
DeleteOh, I'm glad you like my Levi paragraphs. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not boring people who don't have pets. But I don't want to forget him if the time comes where all my memories are in print and no longer in my head.
I smiled at your mention of Levi's affection for his patch of sunshine. Poor Dixie loves her patch of sunshine -- so much so that, on a cloudy day, she'll sit in the middle of the carpet and howl, as if asking, "what did you do with my sunshine?"
ReplyDeleteI had a wonderful cat sitter for her, but that one moved to the Pacific Northwest. Good for her, bad for me. Now, I have someone who can do the food and water and litter box routine, but it's still hard on Dixie psychologically if I'm gone more than 3-4 days. Still, it has to happen now and then. I'm planning a trip to visit an elderly aunt this spring, and a longer trip in the fall, but that's it. I think. Long weekend trips are fine.
She's sixteen now, and healthy, but I hate to stress her out. I guess that's probably a first-world problem.
That's a so cute, about Dixie's howling for her sunshine. It's easier on cats than dogs to leave them behind, but at sixteen it must be harder each year. I make a point every summer to put Levi in a kennel for a few days even if I'm not going anywhere. I started doing that after Katrina and saw how stressed pets got who had never been in a cage before.
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