Sunday, March 18, 2018

Clouds...


Dad's been gone a year as of yesterday. Lost my best fish'n, shoot'n, golf'n, fly'n, and travel'n buddy. Sure miss those twinkling eyes, that dry humor, and his shenanigans.

Willie's GPS tracker is working like a charm. Why the heck didn't I get one a long time ago, well because my old phone wouldn't support the required app. My old phone was way past the expiration date, and the kids all said I needed to get a new phone. Not that I listen to them, but  I went and got a new phone and changed carriers while I was at it.  The kids may be rethinking their encouraging me to do so, as Nanny works around the place with music blaring from her new phone.   https://youtu.be/8UHMSVOHddE

 Yesterday evening I got home to find Willie acting like he had something stuck in his mouth. I couldn't see anything, but knew something was there. Called the emergency vet, got Willie an appt and we headed out.  Fortyfive minutes driving and a short wait later he was seen by the vet. Sure enough he had gotten three small sticks crosswise in the back of his mouth. They were removed and after considerable lightening of my wallet, we were on our way home.  I would have much rather gone on a St Patrick's pub crawl with the kids, and think Willie would have, too.

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  1. Dogs! They'll always get you!

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  2. Better yesterday than a week from now, when his mouth is infected... Just sayin...

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    1. Old NFO,
      I would never make an animal of mine wait that long for treatment.

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  3. Wow on what you found in Willie's mouth-- and lightening wallet is worth it when it's a beloved family member.

    It's neat on your dad that you have such wonderful memories. Lucky you :)

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    1. Rain Trueax,
      It is worth it, they ask so little of us, and give so much in return.
      Dad was a rounder of the highest order, and I'm thankful for all the memories.

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  4. Hard to believe it has been a year. So glad you have so many great memories.
    Glad you have Willie with a tracking device. Though he can get into trouble anyway.
    Thanks for stopping by with encouraging words. Much appreciated.

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    1. Arkansas Patti,
      Although I'm hesitant to admit it, Willie and I are well matched in the getting into trouble department...
      Hope you are doing better.

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  5. Glad the tracker is working. Some piece of mind there.

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    1. Well Seasoned Fool,
      It is great, but taking a bit of getting used to on my part.

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  6. May he rest in peace. Prayers.

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  7. These types of dates stay with us forever. I wish you only the best in life and in those special memories of your father and all you shared together. The pang of loss eases a bit as the years go by but by in large, it never leaves. That's my experience anyway. Glad the dog is OK. All so expensive. Isn't it funny how most of the problems happen on weekends when the vet is so much more expensive!!

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    1. Cheri,
      Nothing but good memories of adventures with Dad, makes it a little easier.
      So true, those things always happen late at night or on the weekend or when the regular vet is out of town.

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  8. It doesn't seem like a year has passed already. I guess we have all been so busy. In June it will be five years for me since my Dad passed. It doesn't seem possible. I miss him more everyday.
    Sorry about Willie. I am glad you got him to the vet and he got all fixed up. It is so expensive to have a dog. I am glad the GPS works so well! I may need one if I ever get another dog.(-:

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    1. CiNdEe,
      Time sure seems to speedup as we get older. You and your Dad were very close, and that makes it tougher.
      I would have loved to have had a GPS when Gus was alive.

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  9. Gorgeous sky. *hugs* on the loss of your dad.
    Glad your dog will be okay. :)

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    1. LindaG,
      Thanks, Linda. Blessings your way.

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  10. Anniversary dates are so difficult, Brig. Seems like they're closer to us on those days.

    Sorry about poor Willie! How DO dogs get into such predicaments?

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    1. Granny Sue,
      The remembering is good, it grounds us in some ways, and encourages us in others. Anyway that's what I think.
      When I worked for the country vet, he had some dog patients that got into unbelievable mischief.

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  11. That Willie dog is sure keeping you on your toes. Know you miss your Dad but so glad for all the wonderful memories you have of him.

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    1. Changes in the wind,
      He is indeed, that's not necessarily a bad thing.
      I'm glad for the memories as well.

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  12. Those anniversary dates sneak up on us. The memories are priceless. I think of my Dad every time I drive through the Columbia River Gorge where we hiked, fished and gathered rocks. I feel like he's with me.

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    1. Celia,
      I know that feeling, when I was driving the other day, and saw all those clouds and the blue blue sky. I knew that Dad was up there having a great day flying.

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  13. The years creep by, don't they?

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    1. SCOTTtheBADGER,
      Seems they race by as I get older.

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  14. I had to pull a bone out of one of my hound dogs throats once. That was not fun. Made sure after that to get butcher bones that were big enough to prevent a repeat performance.

    It's good you had a positive relationship with your dad. I joined the Marines at 17 to get away from mine.... :-)

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    1. Harry Flashman,
      I don't feed him bones, because he's not good with them. Pig ears he loves and it takes him awhile to get through one. How he got sticks in the back of his mouth I don't know.
      Sorry you didn't have a good relationship with your dad, Dads are an important part of families.

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