Captain, Christopher (left), and Nico. Ice skating for Nico's 9th birthday. March 11, 2017.
March 24, 2017
I just woke up now. It’s 2:59 AM. I heard the sound my dog
panting loudly. He’s an older dog now. Champ is my 12 and ½ year old yellow
Labrador. He’s getting older and thus it
is becoming harder for him to hold his bladder.
I knew he had to pee so I leaped out of bed to get him
outside before he did. Funny how most mornings I have to find my barring’s in
order to get out of bed. But the thought of my dog peeing in the house was
motivation enough for me to jump out of bed as if it were a 3 alarm fire.
“Champ, c’mon, “ I said.
I hurriedly walked down my hallway towards the back door but
then I almost slipped. I guess I was too late. He had already gone pee.
“Damn!” – I could only think that due to everyone else
sleeping.
I turned back and reached for him to prevent Champ from
walking through what I had just about slipped on.
“No, no, stay right there,” I whispered to him.
I had my left foot raised and my right arm reach out pushing
him back by his chest. I used my hand to guide him around his mess. After I
cleared him from the potential hazard I hopped on my right leg until we reached
the back door where I let him out.
After closing the rear outside door I hopped towards the
kitchen but suddenly stopped when I focused directly a small bundle of joy resting
just before the door. It was a brown special delivery that my other older dog,
Sugar, a white Bichon Frise, left for me.
“Well, thankfully it’s small,” I thought.
I hopped towards the kitchen in search of paper towels.
After gathering the required amount I needed paper, I heard the lapping of water from the
dog water dish that is right by the rear door. I hopped a short distance to see
which dog it was. It was Champ. I hadn’t closed the door all the way.
“Champ. Don’t move,” I said in a low commanding voice.
I hopped over to him. He started to wag his tail in
excitement.
“I’m serious. Don’t move,” I said again.
I talked to him like a man who was standing next to a
rattlesnake. Only there was no rattlesnake. I only wished. He had stepped in the small
bundle of joy left behind by Sugar. I leaned over and grabbed his hind leg. With
a firm grip I lifted up his paw and we both hopped to the open rear door.
Finally we were both freely walked outside where we went to the water hose and
I washed us off together.
After I bathed him. Washed my own feet. Dried us off. Went
in the house. Cleaned and washed the floors it was time for bed. Only I couldn’t
sleep. He on the other hand, like an old man, is sleeping nicely on the floor
next to me as I type this out. Time for me to try myself, good night everyone.
Hot coffee and a selfie. What could go wrong? March 23, 2017
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