Everyone is out shopping. Twitter is all abuzz about Black Friday. My step-kids are making their Christmas lists so I can get started with cyber shopping. Oh, and I scouted the Chef’s list in a drawer yesterday… YIKES! It’s time to hit the lotto.
Then, there’s me. hmpf. Of course, I won’t lie, I do want some things (how about an iphone, macbook or netbook, a new monitor, some decent office furniture, & the answer to The Meaning of Life).
But most of all, (and I’m not TRYING to be cheesy here, but I know I am, so go ahead and think it) I really want my Frankie Dogg’s legs to work. I am also aware that there are more important issues in the world that need attention and healing, so no need to call me out on being petty, please.
The past 2 months have been hard. And by hard, I mean stressful, guilt-ridden and self-sacrificing. There is the financial hardship, the time investment with appointments and home therapy, and the day-to-day activities that we used to take for granted which are now scheduled parts of the day (potty times, feeding times, etc).
Before this happened, I swore I would never give a pet this much medical attention. Before you jump all over me, I do have compassion for animals. I just viewed critical care of pets as excessive. After all, there are humans on this planet that don’t receive the kind of care that some pets do, and there is a serious overpopulation of pets on this planet. (Thank you, Bob Barker.)
Alright a long story short, then along came Frankie. One day he jumps off the bed, herniates a disk, and points-of-view change. Two months, dozens of doctors appointments and plenty o’ cash later–we couldn’t have done it without help from a dear friend Janet Jones-Romine–he is walking 100% on the underwater treadmill. But not on the ground.
I wonder to myself if he has given up. Is it my fault? Did I not do enough walking, exercising? I am lucky that I work from home, how do others do it? Should I have gotten a doggie nanny? How much would that cost? Is it worth it? And back to again, I wonder if he will ever walk again?
So if anyone asks what I want for Christmas, you know what the answer is. If I have been naughty this year (lol) and Santa doesn’t bring me what I want, we will deal with it. Like I’ve heard too many times over the past few months, “Have you seen those Dog Carts?” Yes. I have seen them. Yes. If he needs one I will get him one. Yes. Thank you for being helpful. Yes. I am grinding my teeth & smiling at the same time.
