Thursday, March22

Cowboy had a Dr.'s appointment on Tuesday.  He had blood work last week and the report was very good.  All of his indicators are normal except his blood sugar is a little high.  The Dr.  believes the wound and its healing is responsible for that.  Anyway, he is doing very well physically. 

I told the Dr. I had been looking at care facilities and have pretty much decided on the VA home in a nearby town.  The 40 mile drive will not be great but everything else about it just makes the most sense.  From the financial perspective it is no contest and the high male population is definitely preferable.  It is spotless, pleasant and the ratio of help to patient is above average.  Plus I have heard so many great things about it.  We have put Cowboy on their waiting list which is 6 to 8 months. The Dr. thinks it is unlikely we will need to consider it for quite a long while, although sometimes the patient will take a turn and decline rapidly. 

Marsha was here Wednesday and I did something I haven't done in a while.  I took my camera and went looking for pics to take. I was driving down the road and right in front of me this very large turtle was lumbering across the road.  I parked and went up in front of him and he stops, looks up at me and just poses, dead still, while I snap multiple pictures.  Sometimes you just luck out.

After that I went to a neighborhood luncheon.   There were about 20 ladies there and the food was excellent.  We went to a little place out in the country and the drive was great.   Such nice weather.  I then made a run to the grocery store.  Cowboy is going through bananas like crazy.  I think he ate three yesterday.  Breakfast and bananas are two things that he dependably eats.

This morning we took the dog to the groomer and then took Cowboy for a haircut.    I almost always take Cowboy to IHOP after his haircut.  Today was no exception.  While we were there I gave him his pills to take.  He dropped one and I got down and picked it up.  While I was on my hands and knees I noticed he also had dropped a little bit of egg.  I scooped it up with a napkin and put it on the edge of the table for the wait staff to pick up.  Next thing I know he has picked up the napkin, dropped the egg on the table and is blowing his nose with it!  Good grief !  I just never know what he will do.