I have cared for a lot of senile, old gents. Now I have Tad.
This morning was a challenge. Those of you who read my book, know I have the town crier, Bram, waking us up before the sun.
This morning was cool and very windy…..
I vacation my plants outside for the summer…..at least, they get a summer vacation…..
Two of my Norfolk Pines had fallen over with the wind, near the entrance to my ramp.
We built a ramp many years ago for my German Shepherd; it still comes in handy with the elderly and physically challenged rescues.
Anyway, Tad is just a shade above blindness….he feels his way back to the ramp. Today, he felt the overturned needles of the Norfolk Pines and became disoriented. He started running aimlessly further from the back door. His hearing is also just a shade above deaf…so calling him offered no help. So, in the cool darkness of morning, I was rescuing my little blind, deaf pom from the wilds of my yard.
Old, partially senile dogs, you have to love them…
Little obstacles, like an overturned plant, can turn their helpless worlds upside down. Tad is resting comfortably in his corner, none the worse for the wear.
The Pines are turned upright.
The pack is sleeping.
All is right with their world.
More stories from my “bunch” can be read in “Birdsong, Barks, and Banter.”