How majestic you look! Daddy had a busy couple of days with the harvesting of the tur dal. This morning after breakfast tho you sat with him while he had his smoke and coffee
Friday, January 3, 2020
Thursday, January 2, 2020
Occupying Spaces
Wednesday, October 31, 2018
Post bath snoozes
Had a bath today after a month. It's a lot of hard work to bathe a dog this size but sage loves his bath and will sit patiently lifting his paws and cooperating during soaping and rinsing.
He gets a walk immediately after toweling and a snack. And then sleeps till his fur is fully dry.
Friday, January 22, 2016
Like a baby
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
On usurping the bed
Dearest boy,
you know that the AC isn't working in our bedroom and K and I are sleeping in the guest room since the past 4 weeks. The bed in the guest room is meant for, you know, mostly my mom, or guests who obviously are not long staying. It is therefore a comfortable king sized cot and not the super large one we are used to.
The placement of the AC duct also is such that it hits the cot near the bottom part. And that is where all the trouble has begun. From a pup who never wanted to get onto the bed and sleep, you have turned into a lout who never wants to get off the bed. Grappling as we are with lesser surface area, we now have to accommodate a giant dog on the sleeping area.
You climb on, settle onto my blanket and render me immobile for the rest of the night. Pray why can't you sleep on K's side of the bed? Or why can't you get off of my blanket?
For starters, I know you are a big boy, but amma needs to get some sleep too you know! and I am too polite to kick you off the bed. So be nice and learn to move a little when nudged
you know that the AC isn't working in our bedroom and K and I are sleeping in the guest room since the past 4 weeks. The bed in the guest room is meant for, you know, mostly my mom, or guests who obviously are not long staying. It is therefore a comfortable king sized cot and not the super large one we are used to.
The placement of the AC duct also is such that it hits the cot near the bottom part. And that is where all the trouble has begun. From a pup who never wanted to get onto the bed and sleep, you have turned into a lout who never wants to get off the bed. Grappling as we are with lesser surface area, we now have to accommodate a giant dog on the sleeping area.
You climb on, settle onto my blanket and render me immobile for the rest of the night. Pray why can't you sleep on K's side of the bed? Or why can't you get off of my blanket?
For starters, I know you are a big boy, but amma needs to get some sleep too you know! and I am too polite to kick you off the bed. So be nice and learn to move a little when nudged
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Living a full life, even when in a haze
My darling, today is one of those days that I sit by your side, everything else suspended, as I keep only you as the focus of my day. From being so clingy this morning and unable to stand up straight when we went on our walk before sunrise, I was acutely aware that today is going to be one of those days.
You see, we (you, K and I) have lived through a full year of your epilepsy. Last month, you had multiple seizures suddenly after many months of respite. ironically, as I was going through one of the most demanding phases, you keeled over and had a fit, not once, but five times over a span of 8 hours. It breaks my heart to see you like this. I calm my voice when all I feel is panic and urge myself to go about the motions of administering yet another tranquilizer to you.
We now are able to recognize the symptoms when you are about to get one and just like this morning, when I knew all work needs to be suspended because you need me.
You are on a cocktail of drugs. My internal alarm is set to several times a day that drugs need to be administered to you. Waking up, I quickly snap out of my stupor to be able to read the labels correctly before giving you the first of many doses of medication. You have some pills for morning and night, some for emergency, some when the situation around you is anxiety inducing. I am worried that your life is passing you by while you are in a drug induced haze, but this is the best that we can do and we are clinging onto everything we have.
The doctors have assured us that this is not a life threatening ailment. It is a condition and it needs to be monitored much like diabetes. But when you open your hazy eyes to check whether I am still in the room, I feel like crying.
That you cannot leap and play like you used to makes me sad. You loved to play with your friends, you loved running and jumping to grab a tug toy from my outstretched hands. Now you slip if you take a few gallops. But this is because of the potassium bromide we give you every day. You think we feed you a boiled egg, it is laces with bromide.
I am humbled by the lessons you teach me. Humbled at how much you still love to play with Ripple, your two coloured friend. How you love to rush for the door when the doorbell rings. How your eyes light up and you do back flips when we ask if you want to go on a drive....You are teaching me lessons in accepting whatever life throws at you and making the best use of it. You are teaching me that circumstances cannot change who you really are.
You see, we (you, K and I) have lived through a full year of your epilepsy. Last month, you had multiple seizures suddenly after many months of respite. ironically, as I was going through one of the most demanding phases, you keeled over and had a fit, not once, but five times over a span of 8 hours. It breaks my heart to see you like this. I calm my voice when all I feel is panic and urge myself to go about the motions of administering yet another tranquilizer to you.
We now are able to recognize the symptoms when you are about to get one and just like this morning, when I knew all work needs to be suspended because you need me.
You are on a cocktail of drugs. My internal alarm is set to several times a day that drugs need to be administered to you. Waking up, I quickly snap out of my stupor to be able to read the labels correctly before giving you the first of many doses of medication. You have some pills for morning and night, some for emergency, some when the situation around you is anxiety inducing. I am worried that your life is passing you by while you are in a drug induced haze, but this is the best that we can do and we are clinging onto everything we have.
The doctors have assured us that this is not a life threatening ailment. It is a condition and it needs to be monitored much like diabetes. But when you open your hazy eyes to check whether I am still in the room, I feel like crying.
That you cannot leap and play like you used to makes me sad. You loved to play with your friends, you loved running and jumping to grab a tug toy from my outstretched hands. Now you slip if you take a few gallops. But this is because of the potassium bromide we give you every day. You think we feed you a boiled egg, it is laces with bromide.
I am humbled by the lessons you teach me. Humbled at how much you still love to play with Ripple, your two coloured friend. How you love to rush for the door when the doorbell rings. How your eyes light up and you do back flips when we ask if you want to go on a drive....You are teaching me lessons in accepting whatever life throws at you and making the best use of it. You are teaching me that circumstances cannot change who you really are.
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