Despite my best intentions, I did not climb the stairs to bed last night preferring to sleep in the ‘nest’ I have built myself on the lounge floor. It’s made up of two duvets, two pillows, three blankets and four cuddly toys with the occasional visit from Phoenix. Mind you, it was Tabitha who kept me company for a while last night. She is really starting to accept that I’ll do her no harm and is actually happier sharing time and space with me than with Phoenix.
Granny was reluctant to leave me alone downstairs but felt that my condition was vastly better than on Friday night and gave me masses of kisses and cuddles before tucking me in snugly. I have to apologise for waking Granny at about 6am for a pee but the Prilactone is starting to be very effective. Granddad left me and Granny to have a major lie-in this morning which we both really appreciated.
It has been another day when I have been superb about taking all my medications and I have continued to enjoy my frequent, small, bland meals. I did have a fit of the shivers this morning but I’ve got my paws very tightly crossed as I’ve been feeling brighter since this afternoon.
My outing today was a return to the Lower Leas Coastal Park with Granny where we discovered that it was almost as busy as yesterday. I met a boxer with his own Facebook account and have been searching to see if I can find him but have been unsuccessful to date. His name is Beau and he is very handsome. I do apologise to Beau’s human who probably had his arm wrenched out of the socket by Beau’s exuberant play . . . big oops!
I diverted away from playing with Beau when I spotted what looked like my rug-bed with legs. . . no offence intended.
I was feeling so much better and was trotting along with a proper spring in my step and my next encounter was on the promenade. I didn’t discover his name as he turned from looking so portly and placid into a barking boom box . . . very intimidating.
We climbed the steps back up to the coastal park and inadvertently frightened a magpie into flight.
At the top of the steps I crossed paths with a friendly spaniel but his human was heading off towards the promenade so that we scarcely said hello before we parted company.
We actually walked the labyrinth today with Granny following the path properly whilst I hopped here and there. It seems superfluous to say that our prayer was for a cure for lymphangiectasia. By the way, Granny has found another mother of a human with lymphangiectasia whilst she was hunting for Beau the boxer and has befriended her. That makes three humans that we now know who are living with the condition. Will we ever find another dog coping with it?
We were amazed to see what looked like another ridgeback sitting on a bench with her human and looking out to sea in the glorious winter sunshine. We discovered that she was a rescue dog called Holly and that we are not the first people to identify her as having ridgeback blood in her veins. She was really good natured and was obviously absolutely devoted to her human. She was lovely.
I crossed paths with another potential new friend but actually only experienced the briefest encounter when I didn’t even learn a name.
My final canine encounter was with a cheeky little chappy who initially seemed very friendly but then turned snappy and snarly. What a shame.
I was very tired as we returned to the car but we had both thoroughly enjoyed our outing. I’ve spent a quiet evening with Granny and Granddad as they watched some television. I have been back to my old routine of alternating between measuring my length on the settee and sitting up in my armchair and have every intention of going up to bed tonight. It’s only my midnight supper and meds to go now so I’ll sign off by wishing you all well and hope that you’ve had a great weekend.
Night all . . . sleep well.
xxx