Where the Sidewalk Ends

Dearest Compadres,

This morning as I write this, I can see my friend Jak lying outside where the sidewalk ends with the peppermint wind blowing through his fur.  (In this case peppermint wind = humid breeze.)

On Thursday we made a trip to the vet as Jak's gait has been off and it was not getting better.  He has a sore knee so restricted activity (no dog beach) and anti-inflammatory meds for two weeks, then back for a recheck.  Though he has been favoring his left leg, he really doesn't get that he is hurt so resting him is going to be quite a trick.  Yesterday Jak got to see his friend Chip and then got a bath (finally getting ahead of the fleas!) which was good for him.  Actually it was a good day for both of us.  In limiting Jak's activity I don't want to isolate him from the world, especially since he's had daily interaction with other people and dogs since we arrived here.  I want him to heal as well as possible so we will do our best to follow doctor's orders.  "Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow..."

As some of you may have surmised from the lack of posts or content of posts, that the past week or so has sort of been a low point in our time here.  Since I was a little kid in elementary school I have always had a way letting the weight of the world build on my shoulders until I am down in the dumps.  The good news is with age comes life experience and knowledge and I am at least better now at recognizing what is happening so I can begin pulling myself back up.  And I'm also getting better at letting others help me back up.  Thanks to those who have offered care, concern and support over the last few weeks.  I sincerely appreciate it.  Life is about the good times, but it is also about the struggles too.  It is from the struggles that we learn and grow and appreciate the good times more as they happen. 

I'd like to take this opportunity to wish all the Dads out there a very Happy Father's Day!  I spoke to my dad last night when he was getting ready to watch the Bruins play.  I see that they won so that will make him happy. (Must be that lucky Bruins hat I got him for Father's Day a few years ago!)  I will give him a call again later as it wasn't officially Father's Day when I spoke to him.  I will close this letter with a throwback picture of my dad and me. 

I hope Dad's lucky ladybug continues to bring the Bruins good luck!
Until next time...
Peace & Love,
Hope

P.S.  Since I have a Shel Silverstein theme going on, I will share one of my all time favorite Shel poems...

Hat

Teddy said it was a hat,
So I put it on.
Now Dad is saying,
"Where the heck's
the toilet plunger gone?"