Saturday, July 01, 2017

Midnight with Paris

Last week, I woke, as I frequently do at night to look at my BG watch, but this time, sat bolt upright in bed. Paris was not at the end of the bed where I routinely put her before falling asleep myself. High up, she cannot get down by herself. I'd forgotten her! Well, she sleeps like the dead, both blind and deaf, and is old and small, so I often have to go looking for her curled under my desk or in Murphy's open crate (a much better spot than her own crate).

No! Did I forget to let her back in after going outside to potty? She sometimes will start wandering around the house if she loses her way. This is only in the last few days - she used to go out and come right back in, scratching at the front door. I panicked - we were having a new septic tank system installed. In the back yard, there was a hole, 8 feet deep, with the new, large tank in it.

I grabbed my largest flashlight and ran out in my nightgown. And there she was, at the bottom of the pit, circling the tank, around and around, looking for a way out of the vertical mud walls. Thank God, she was all right by appearances. But, how to get her out?

I woke my husband and had him hold the extension ladder, conveniently nearby due to my painting jobs. I climbed down and scooped her up. The hole was filled in the next day. Thank goodness I found her because the next day, I told the contractor the story and that he was lucky to not have found a skunk in the pit. He replied that he would have just filled in the pit on top of it. Paris' coloring - well, he might have thought her a skunk.

I can't figure out how she fell without any injury, but she was without a scratch. From that day forward, I take her out and wait until she does her business and carry her back inside. Other than she can't smell very well (she's brachycephalic), see or hear, and apparently can fall without injury, she'll likely live forever. She is otherwise in excellent health.

Friday, June 30, 2017

Death by Paris

Well before my children learn to drive, I throw out pearls of wisdom on safe driving. "If you see a deer cross the road, slow way down. There will likely be another deer with it." This week, I added another pearl of wisdom: "If you see poop on the floor from a toy breed dog, look for pee." 

Early yesterday morning, no coffee yet, I walked into our sun room where I store the dog food. I see that Paris, a 14 year old blind and deaf Japanese Chin, left me a "present". I fill my container with kibble and turn to go to the kitchen. In cartoonish fashion, my foot hit the pee puddle and I went down hard. Kibble flew up into the air. Bruised but not injured, my back was soaked in dog urine. 

I fed the dogs as fast as I could so that I could get out of those clothes and into the shower. Bright Spot: my husband did not slip in it, which might have ended poor Paris.

I'd like to say that Paris leaves such presents because she can't find the front door, but despite letting her out many, many times of the day, she seems to have a bladder the size of a thimble and when crated, has a screech that would rival fingernails on a chalkboard and a face only a mother could love.

Monday, June 05, 2017

Juice Box

I was shopping alone one day (a rarity) and the store was playing "Mama's Got a Squeezebox" by The Who. When it got to the part "in and out and in and out" I could not help think of the night before when my son was dropping low all night and I pictured a harried, tired mom in red light going in and out of a bedroom to treat T1D kid. I was laughing about that with my husband, that it could make a great video, and he suggested "Mama's got a juice box" as we often treat lows with juice boxes many kids will sip in their sleep.

 So, I rewrote the lyrics. Here they are. I think it would be a fun video but I don't know how you'd get around the copyright.
Juice Box
Mama's got a juice box
She’s always doing her best
And when the BG’s dropping low
She never gets no rest
'Cause she's testing all night
To get the BG just right
Mama's got a juice box
And she never sleeps at night
Well the kid’s sound asleep
When the Dex starts to beep
There's no escaping the ‘betes
Sucking down something sweet
'Cause she's testing all night
To get the BG just right
Mama's got a juice box
And she never sleeps at night
She goes in and out and in
And out and in and out and in and out
'Cause she's testing all night
To get the BG just right
Mama's got a juice box
And she never sleeps at night
She goes, please me, come on damn BG,
Come on and rise so I can sleep.
But child, I do love you.
Mama's got a juice box
And she never sleeps at night

If you are unfamiliar with the song, what rock have you been living under?, you can listen to it here.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Apples and Oranges

Because it's normally maintenance. Because it normally is not an emergency. Insulin prices are messed up (I would use a stronger word but this is a family friendly blog). Because of that we should not save a life of a drug user? Because drug users are not worthy of being saved? Because the drug user did it to themselves? Let me set you straight: I know people saved by Narcan. People having a hard time that went on to get their world together and become loving, productive, and oh, what would the world do without them? So, don't use my son's diabetes to judge people.

Maybe this meme was meant to decry the injustice of the price of insulin. On the list of the ten most expensive liquids in the world, people living with diabetes have no choice but to buy it at any cost. A one hundred year old medication, the patent sold for $1 for the common good because the goal was saving lives, not profit. Somewhere out there, someone is going to burn in hell for funding their Maserati or mansion at the expense of children and adults with diabetes.  Worse yet, children in under developed countries die for lack of it. Yet, I've not heard any T1D parent or adult expecting to get insulin for absolutely free, just affordably. First responders usually have IV glucose and insulin for those emergencies. "They" do give drugs to save the lives of  those with Types 1 and 2 Diabetes.

So why shame the drug users? Let's find out who's getting rich off of our kids and post memes of them and their golden toilets.

Monday, May 08, 2017


Murphy makes this face when she is so very excited that something good is about to happen. I try so hard to capture it on camera, but she quivers with anticipation and doesn't sit still very long. In my hand was a prized dried roll of codfish skin, her favorite treat.

Today, Murphy and I went for a short walk while William worked out at the gym. The path I chose took us along gravel edged with brush and trees. I was pleased when a small rabbit darted across the path and Murphy drew to attention but did not give chase, taking my arm with her. (I've had the unfortunate images of Monty Python planted in my brain by my husband who thinks that's hilarious.)

A little farther and I hear a woman yelling, "LEAVE IT! LEAVE IT!" Oh, no! Another dog must becoming our way and you just never know if the dog is friendly, on a leash, and/or under control. Murphy is a little too eager yet to meet others of her kind. I listened. "COME HERE NOW!" she continued loudly. "I said COME!" She went on more but I couldn't make it out.

Thinking to myself that this dog is not going to come or leave it if she is yelling in such a mean and mad voice, and surely it must be off leash. I prepared myself...but then heard small voices and laughter. I realized the geography of where we were and that, yes, that is about where the daycare would be next to the public library...on the other side of that brush line. She was not talking to a dog, but to a child!

There are times when I hear an owner talking sweet to their dogs and think if only people could talk to friends and family with the same joy and enthusiasm, this world would be a better place. Perhaps though, we might not forget the phrase, "I wouldn't treat my dog like that" when choosing daycare.

Wednesday, May 03, 2017

Daily Finds

We are considering moving closer to the city. We endlessly mow grass, waste gas, that does nothing other than to look pretty. Dh drives down a highway that wasn't designed to handle the traffic and semis that now crowd it, resulting in daily wrecks, many fatal. He spends hours a week just driving. We are not near any of the parks we like for bike riding, or for that matter, not near much of anything to do or places to eat. And let's face it, I'm not getting any younger.

That said, it will be hard for me to give up this place where I can go outside at night and stand in my yard, looking up at the stars and late night plane flights and think. I will miss finding nature's surprises. For example, this bird nest is at eye level in the barn. It now has three eggs. My niece helped me determine it is a wren. I see the mom at night when I put the horses up.

Last night, something banged on my bathroom window. A Luna Moth!! I, of course, opened the window to get a closer look and he (I think, larger antennae) came in! I have raised one before so I was not that startled. They are the size of a small bird. I did get it back outside. 


Maybe I'll discover similar things in the park that we hope to live near, but I fear it won't be the same.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017


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