Bye Bey February

I am so glad that Feb is gone. It means another late mortgage payment but what the heck. It's starting to almost feel 'natural'. Feb was a bad month for aches and pains. First of all Rocco the Wonder Dog started favoring a back leg, nothing much only an occasional limp and I was beginning to suspect that there was no limp at all, he really just wanted some0ne to lift him onto the couch or the bed. Then Little Dog Ollie had one of his back spasems which left him nearly crippled. I gave him his prednesone and permission to pee in the house if he had to. He got over that but it took longer than usual and then ROcco walked around with a front paw in the air for almmost a week and no sooner did that pass then my knees decided that they would only bend with a great deal of pain and a strange rice krispies kind of sound. I kept waiting for it to go away but finally gave in and asked the doc for something for pain. THat's the thing with fibro... you never quite know whether the reason you hurt is fibro or you really hurt yourself. Well the pain is finally starting to go away and now I have a cold. Even worse, I did not make a single thing this weekend and spent most of the time trying to sit in one place and sort stuff and was making a good start when I suddenly ran out of energy and swept everything into a carton and said the heck with it so now Ihave a bigger mess and more things to sort than before. I also slept alot. and I do mean alot. I had three naps today. And speaking of naps.... how about that expression sleep like a baby. I wouldn't want to sleep like a baby, it means I'd wake every three hours wanting to be fed and end up wet in the morning.

Earlier today the squirrels on the roof sounded as if they were holding ther winter olympics and after the 40th circling of the roof, I pulled down the attic ladder part way to let it close with a bang and scare the squirrels off. The husband said that Rocco was asleep on the couch and snoring away and when the ladder boomed, he (Rocco not the husband) shot straight up off the couch , legs going even before his eyes were open and hit the ground running. Not TOWARD the sound but away. THat dog is such a goof. When he was playing at being Baron Von Limpgimp, he had beenn given the remnants of a taco bell taco salad and with the bits to chew gone, he wanted to work on the sauce remaining, only the plastic container kept sliding across the floor. Now he couldn't hold it with his bad paw and couldn't hold it with his good paw because.... well... I guess because he's right handed. So being the wonder dog that he is, he bough it over to me for me to hold it for him. I didn't even think about it just took it and held it. The husband was amazed that I knew what the dog wanted and to tell the truth I have no idea how I knew what he wanted. I think he used his wonder dog mind control on me. Maybe he is a wonder dog after all.