Hope the new week will go well for all you Coursers. Loved last week's reports from you all. (A Southern expression, you know -- often "yawl." : )
Been thinking I too often start a week's thread with something gloomy -- often the latest chapter in my slog through the golden years. However, today I want to start with a tribute to my part-Chesapeake Bay Retriever, "Ellie."
Basically, I would weigh 400 pounds, were it not for this dog. After the passing of our Golden "Sadie," who lived to almost 15 and accompanied me on jaunts ranging from the Appalachian Trail to the Carolina beaches, we rescued Ellie from a high-kill shelter. They were going to put her down because, at 7, she was deemed "too old." Well, she's been a member of our family for going on six years now and shows a lot of joy of life. Though she is starting to show her age, she barks me off this infernal computer every day rain or shine and demands that we do our daily walk. Nor will she abide me flopping on the couch and skipping out of a walk.
There is no better personal trainer than an energetic dawg in the household. I am sure that I have been fortunate enough to reach a fairly advanced age in large part because of my walking dogs down through the decades. Ellie helped me bounce back from OHS within the past year as did Sadie 15 years ago.
My only update: Today I made an appointment for late July with a highly skilled, well-respected hernia surgeon on the other side of the state. Probably will have to have a CT-Scan for him to get a good look at the guts poking through my abdominal wall. Maybe it is possible to live with such a condition, but I believe I would rather accept the risks and take a shot at getting it corrected.
After all, Ellie tells me we have lots of walks still out there for us to take.
Cheers,
Superbob
Been thinking I too often start a week's thread with something gloomy -- often the latest chapter in my slog through the golden years. However, today I want to start with a tribute to my part-Chesapeake Bay Retriever, "Ellie."
Basically, I would weigh 400 pounds, were it not for this dog. After the passing of our Golden "Sadie," who lived to almost 15 and accompanied me on jaunts ranging from the Appalachian Trail to the Carolina beaches, we rescued Ellie from a high-kill shelter. They were going to put her down because, at 7, she was deemed "too old." Well, she's been a member of our family for going on six years now and shows a lot of joy of life. Though she is starting to show her age, she barks me off this infernal computer every day rain or shine and demands that we do our daily walk. Nor will she abide me flopping on the couch and skipping out of a walk.
There is no better personal trainer than an energetic dawg in the household. I am sure that I have been fortunate enough to reach a fairly advanced age in large part because of my walking dogs down through the decades. Ellie helped me bounce back from OHS within the past year as did Sadie 15 years ago.
My only update: Today I made an appointment for late July with a highly skilled, well-respected hernia surgeon on the other side of the state. Probably will have to have a CT-Scan for him to get a good look at the guts poking through my abdominal wall. Maybe it is possible to live with such a condition, but I believe I would rather accept the risks and take a shot at getting it corrected.
After all, Ellie tells me we have lots of walks still out there for us to take.
Cheers,
Superbob