You all are so kind to ask… Abe is sitting right here watching me type as always. I’ll tell you real quick about our beloved Abe, the chocolate lab I adore. He’s only 3 and has terrible hips and arthritis already. It’s been a heart-breaking journey with him as we’ve watched his knees give out several times over the past few years… so young, such an amazing personality, such terrible breeding. But, he’s a happy dog and we’ve learned to take care of him. On 3rd of July, I threw a stick for him into the water and he collapsed while turning in the sand… we would learn later that his left ACL ruptured. This left us with 3 ridiculous options:
surgery, understanding and expecting that his other leg will do the same thing eventually
no surgery and maintenance/low activity for the rest of his 3-legged life
Honestly, I had settled on sleep. I couldn’t bear the thought of dealing with a second broken leg someday and watching him truly suffer. Surgery, while it would fix his ACL, would not heal his hips or arthritis… so we decided it wasn’t wise. The day we had set to take him in, we both broke down and refused. So, he lives… lame but happy on the farm… for as long as he can comfortably. It’s pretty obvious his knee tissue is scarring over as he puts more weight on it every day- this isn’t great, but it will help for awhile. He’s a great dog and we love him so much. Obviously, there are a few dog lovers out there reading, and we know you understand the strange but wonderful strings animals pull on your heart. They are pets, but they are family.
And now, here is My Love, being beautiful at the river. Love her. She was so great in and around the water. Respectful, but adventurous. Cute as a button. Often naked. Just as it should be. Our trip was very relaxing… one day in camp at the river, one day out of camp at a new swimming hole, repeat times three. Add in family dinners with 6 other kids and their parents, some books about vampires, and smores every night, and you’ve got a pretty good picture of what my life was like a week ago. It’s was not a bad way to live.
Who knew I had given birth to Steve from Multiplicity? I know. I’m as shocked as you are. I kid you not, if this child’s first sentence is, “I like pizza!” I may die on the spot.
We’re on Jim and Denise’s pontoon here… a wonderfully indulgent way of easing back into normal life after camping for a week. Thank you, Burrows family. It was an absolute joy.
This picture kills me. SPACE CADET. Earth to Rylie, come iiiiin, Rylie. She’s actually staring at Abbi who is off-camera playing with an orange construction cone the campground uses to mark reserved campsites. We got a lot of use out of the cones in our week of camping. They can be a lot of things, is all I’m sayin’.
Please note this child’s outfit. She dressed herself. Day-old brown pants, folded over at the waist and wearing very thin at the knees. Pink and green filthy tank top. Red hooded sweatshirt, which only comes off her body when she is in a dead sleep. And the hunting/camo vest, which is her prized possession in life. We wear it ALL DAY with ANYTHING. Sometimes, we wear it with nothing.
There are lots more vacation pictures are here.
Monday: a story about parking lots.