Friday, February 26, 2016

Grey skies return

As in literally, not figuratively.  :)  We've had over a week (?) of glorious, spring-like weather.  I easily lose track!  It has been beautiful, and warm and so very welcome.  I still can't walk around the pastures without muck boots on, but it's significantly drier.  The horses have enjoyed the sunny days and warm temps as much, maybe more, than we have.  But alas, this afternoon our skies turned grey once again, and our old (tiresome) friend, Mr. Rain has returned.  *sigh*  And just in time for the weekend - wouldn't you know it?

Oh well, whatcha gonna do???  Stay inside, keep the home fires burning and eat apple pie!  Oh my!!
Sounds good doesn't it?  Maybe watch a movie or two, catch a nap, read a little...sounds pretty good to me.

Last weekend Jessie (our daughter from another mother), came over for coffee.  She's the one who lost her horse Lil Buck a few weeks back from a colic.  She's been burning the candle on both ends, tired from an overly busy school schedule and two part-time jobs.  She's in nursing school and has the two kiddos, her little farm and hard-working, understanding and supportive hubby.  That's a lot on one person's plate! We'd talked earlier and she sounded a bit down, so my thoughts were that she was in need of a little understanding conversation and a place to relax for a bit.  She is always welcome in our home.  She and her little girl, Kamryn visited until early afternoon.  We enjoyed a good, home-cooked breakfast, hot coffee, girl talk, and some time spent soaking up the sunshine on the back deck. We had a great visit, laughed at the antics of the dogs playing in the back yard and Kamryn let me use her as a guinea pig trying out all sorts of ways to fix her hair.  Such fun!   I really don't know how Jessie does it.  Even when I was her age, there was no way I could have tackled all that she is trying to handle.  And, news to me is that she's been suffering from a few physical ailments of her own.  For the last few years she's enjoyed being on a roller derby team.  Lots of fun, good exercise, but takes a toll on the body.  In one or more of her hard falls, she apparently encountered a slight concussion that's been wreaking a bit of havoc on her.  Headaches, difficulties sleeping, some memory lapses and her emotions were going haywire.  She got scared and finally sought some medical help.  Just knowing the physical source of so many anxieties is helpful.  At least now she doesn't need to think she's going crazy, and can get some help that's needed.  She's been told to slow down, take things easy and stop trying to do so much.  That's a tall order for this gal, but she knows she needs to cooperate to get better and see her goals come to fruition.  I wouldn't want to be in her shoes for anything!  Especially the nursing school part!

We got a new BBQ a while back, and the hubs got it put together the other day.  We've had burgers for one meal, and delicious, smoky chicken breasts and potato salad last night for dinner.  I could easily get used to having dinner ready when I get home from work!  And...bless his heart - last Tuesday he damp mopped all our floors and put a coat of wax/shine on the wood floors.  They look beautiful, all polished and clean.  Usually on the days when he's not working, he also has the horses' stalls all cleaned, waters filled and hay rations in their stalls when I get home.  I just get to do a little schmoozing, kisses all around and give them their little grain rations before tucking them in for the night.  Wow! I could really get used to this...I'm starting to feel rather spoiled.  :)

I was thinking about Annie earlier today, happened to look up at the calendar and realized that it's been one year ago today that I said my final good-bye to the best dog ever.  Oh, how I miss her.  I always felt so loved by her.  She was at my side wherever I would go, and kept her eyes on me at all times.  I think that she thought that was her job - to keep watch over me always.  She was such a blessing to me, and I loved her so much.  And I always knew, that if someone threatened me with harm, she would protect me with her life.  It never came up, but is something I always just knew in my gut.  I just can't hardly believe that she's been gone for a whole year.  Sometimes it feels like just yesterday she was here, and then at times it feels like so much time has passed.  I don't understand how I can feel both ways, but that's how it is.  I'm so happy that she was my dog.  I will forever feel blessed that she chose to love me, and she knew that I knew she loved me.  :)  We've had several wonderful dogs in our lives over the years, each one unique and cherished by us.  But Annie was my girl, and she chose me as her person.  What a gift.  She was worth every single bit of pain I've felt when I lost her.  If I could, I would re-live every single moment of it, all over again.  In a heartbeat.

But, it doesn't work that way.  Life goes on, and we find new dogs (or people) to love, and to enrich our lives.  I've always believed that they're gifts to us from God, who loves us and wants us to be happy and feel loved.  Animals know so much more about loving than we do.  They love completely, and unconditionally.  If we were only half as good as they are...

Speaking of new dogs, Charlotte is now a tiny bit taller than Ruby is.  She's quite slender and long-legged, but already a wee bit taller.  Poor Ruby, for her sake I wish Charlotte would have grew just a little bit slower.  She runs faster, jumps higher, plays rougher and generally keeps sweet Ruby on her toes.  Sometimes I wish that Ruby would just lay down the law, but she just doesn't have it in her, to be that forceful with the rowdy, rotten, overgrown and tireless puppy.  *sigh*  But they are fast friends, sleeping buddies, and share absolutely everything with one another.  But sometimes, those looks that Ruby gives me...my heart feels for her.  I just tell her that puppyhood doesn't last forever, and then I remind her of how very patient dear, sweet Annie was with her.

Ahh, kharma will bite you in the butt every time.

Until next time,
that's it for now at Cingspots

9 comments:

Karen Ann said...

Good dogs are truly family members, often I wish they had lives as long as ours.

Denise at Autumn Sky said...

Some dogs just touch our heart a little deeper than others. I enjoyed your post, wish I could say more, but it's Friday evening and I'm a little tired. Glass of wine, a little dinner, and zzzzzzz. Take care.

Michelle said...

Then someday, Brian's butt is going to be very, very sore.... ;-)

Grey Horse Matters said...

I can't believe it's been a year since you lost Annie. It doesn't seem that long. Then again I've lost my best friends and it always seems like a short time ago until I look at the calendar and realize it's been years for some. I think because we still remember them so often they never seem far away.

Linda said...

I think dogs are God's gift, too. I was taking photos of my at liberty work with Beautiful the other night, and when I was looking them over later, my wolfhound, Riagan, was laying down outside the arena watching over me. I had the same thought you did about her protection. It says a lot that Annie was worth the grief of losing her, because I'm sure there has been a lot of that.

BTW, thanks for sending the gray skies over here!

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fernvalley01 said...

Hard to believe it is so long since you lost Annie. I see Winston in so many part of my days still, its somehow like he is with me, then I realize he is gone. I guess, like all good dogs they are with us always in our hearts

Vaquerogirl said...

It's raining here today too. Glad to see you're still blogging!

T.L. Merrybard said...

Soon it will be twenty years since I lost my Heart Dog, Keech. I've loved my dogs that have come since, but I still miss the special bond we had. They don't call the special ones Heart Dogs for nothing!