Cleaning up our act
My dogs Chopper and Kaley have loved all the attention they’ve been getting lately. Lots of visitors and houseguests have been coming and going to help me out. When that’s not going on I’ve been taking lots of naps and the dogs have been able to just hang out and snooze on the sofa right alongside me. They love it when humans get brain cancer. For them, this gig is a lot better than the old routine of being stuck at home entertaining themselves while I go out for several hours each day to do business or run errands. And now it’s like they have a rolling court of appeal from the regular house rules I set, such as: “no begging for food”, “no treats after dinner,” “no feeding from the table,” etc., etc. Each new houseguest brings the potential for a whole new doggie legal system and my two mutts have been taking every advantage of it.
They’re being petted around the clock, hand fed from the table, and being given unlimited access for licking all kinds of new and friendly faces. All the while, one week has slipped into another. On Monday it dawned on me that a month has passed and they’ve managed to avoid one of the most dreaded parts of their regular routine: Taking a bath.
Chopper and Kaley both hate water in any form: Whether it’s a pool, a lake, taking a walk in the rain, or taking a bath.
I have just three more days of treatment left. Chopper and Kaley’s little cancer party is about over. So I’ve finally put my foot down and started enforcing a few more rules around here. And now they smell great.