And after the storms.
We shall see if it stands up again, or just continues to bloom horizontally on the patio surface.
Monday morning Ember and I took a long walk that included:
1) Munching on strawberries in somebody's front yard. No clue if they dropped the groceries or what, but irresistible to Ember.
2) Picking up a Titlist glove from the street (yes, she once again started dragging me toward this prize). Observing there was no traffic I let her pick it up, then asked her to give it to me for a "thank you" treat, and she did. I tucked it into my pocket then after we got she was safely inside at home, I returned it to approximately where she picked it up.
3) Trying to jump up on my next door neighbor as he was trying to leave for work. He was wearing a tie and an ID badge, huge lures for this pup. Sigh. I barely got her away with brute strength and a couple of good treats.
I am worried that she's getting too many treats on her walks, based on such incidents. On the other hand, she must be feeling better from her skin infection, she's certainly full of energy! On the third hand, not having had a Carl adventure this past weekend and dealing with the two storms may have fed into a bad case of cabin fever!
Misadventures continued at home. I turned my back to wipe down the shelf in the fridge after breaking out a new milk jug. There was about a half measuring cup full of milk on the counter, waiting for me to finish filling it from the new half gallon. Ms. Counter surfer grabbed the half full measuring cup and raced to her x-pen, spewing milk all over the counter, the kitchen floor, and polishing off whatever was left in the cup in her x-pen. I cleaned that all up, prepared my breakfast and ate it. Went on poo patrol in the back yard.
When she went down for puppy nap #1, I went back to urgent care, where they changed my dressing. Doctor pronounced that it looked good, that I would heal well, and sent me home with instructions to drop in again on Wednesday for another dressing change, and then beyond that we can drop to Band-Aids, most likely.
Oh, and if I were to go workout with the trainer on Tuesday, don't add weights to that arm! I ended up cancelling the trainer, that way I can commit to specific times for foster grandma duty.
By the time I got home, rain had started and was predicted to go on for two hours or more. It did, and so did indoor misadventures. Ember tried to go after the couch cushion that started all this, including the bite on Saturday. I was smarter about my responses this time, though. I broke out some new toys, and when the rain stopped got her outside for some fetch games. I fenced off the couch. She has now lost her couch privileges for a while. When she went down for puppy nap #2, I put the couch back together again.
The surprise lily is rebounding, day by day.
Tuesday was day care day for Ember. I signed her up for Tuesdays and Thursdays through the end of September.
After I dropped her off at day care, I worked on laundry, vacuumed the x-pen and dust mopped the tile floors. I headed over to son & DIL's house for my grandma time. The other set of grandparents stayed and we had a calm afternoon with FGC showing me how his video game worked, showing off his aquarium and we found a snail! Then two more snail babies. They must have come in on the plants.
We ended my portion of the visit with a game of four square (OK 3-square) on the deck with the two grandmas and FGC. Then I made my exit, picked up Ember and came home.
Wednesday morning, first day of public schools, Ember and I went on a neighborhood walk a few minutes earlier than normal. We encountered (on the other side of the street) a dad taking "first day of school" photos of his daughters. For the most part, Ember was good, but she chose to drop and roll on what looked like it might have been a discarded banana peel in the middle of the street. She does have her ways of elevating her mom's heart rate! But we got past that, and make it safely home.
After I had my breakfast and Ember went down for her first puppy nap of the day, I took myself back to Urgent Care for a check up and dressing change.
The doctor pronounced that it was healing well. I have graduated to a giant Band-Aid protecting the stitches now, four days after the incident. I'm on my own until the 20th when the stitches will need to be removed.
I have laid in a good supply of yogurt, which of course is a favorite of mine, to replenish the good bacteria.
My son called me on his way home from work to get "the whole story" of the dog bite. I laid it all out there, pretty much as I did in the last blog. So now everybody is up to speed.
Life goes on. Life is good. Spark on!
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