Some stuff just strikes me funnier than other stuff. A frame-of-mind thing maybe. I absolutely love dogs of all size and breeds and I am convinced they have a sense of humour. This dog had me in tears, literally.
"Robatoy" wrote
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If you like funny dog related stuff, have you seen the latest OK Go's music video. It was an item on the news. Apparently they moved to Corvallis, Oregon to spend some time training with the dogs to shoot this video. It is pretty funny. I wonder who trained who? Here it is;
my cigar I was laughing so hard at that dog on your video. If there was ever a case of tolerance to the Nth degree, that was it.
God love 'em.
Robert
Well, I really liked Lee's vid, but I thought I was going to swallow my cigar I was laughing so hard at that dog on your video. If there was ever a case of tolerance to the Nth degree, that was it.
God love 'em.
Robert
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How are things with your parents?
Lew
boots like that. Guess they didn't want the animal to track in dirt from the city streets. Wonder if the owner takes off his/her shoes before entering the apartment?
Rescue dogs wear boots to protect their feet from broken glass, sharp objects, toxic chemicals, etc.
Perhaps the dog you saw was on its way home from work, though I'll admit a poodle-cut is not usually seen on a pit bull. I'll bet he gets a lot of jazzing from his fellow workers.
To get the look of a poodle cut on a pit bull, you'd need hair extensions...... nttiawwt.
There was a guy on Dogs 101 (Animal Planet) extolling the virtues of poodles. Apparently, he was widely known around Hollywood for walking his two pitbulls and one std poodle. He said the pitbulls were certainly the bouncers, but the poodle would be barking an intruder alert 5 mins before the pitbulls had a clue.
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Also standard poodles kick some serious dog-ass.
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I do. I've always taken my shoes of at the door or near it. Saves tracking in dirt and is more comfortable in stocking feet. I take my shoes off at work too, probably half the day.
In the winter time the boots help keep the feet from getting cut on ice. And salt in a wound isn't nice when a walker has a dozen dogs on a leash.
Mart> >
Lew... what an unexpected and thoughtful question.
Mom and Dad are making the most of their time in their rest home facilities. They have finally accepted the fact that they will never go back to their house of over 40 years. It has been tough on them. They miss the freedom to do what they want, even though in the last few years they did little. But it was the thought that they could if they wanted to that made them feel independent.
Dad is actually accepting this better than my Mom as he can no longer walk. Mom can walk, but doesn't always know where she is going. I go by and pick them up every once and a while and take them out to their favorite barbecue joint (or TexMex) and for them it is a big slice of heaven. Their monotonous diet is one of their biggest complaints. In their home they get two meals a day and they don't get anything remotely spicy. It is killing my Dad. He told me it was like eating cafeteria food every day.
So Texas barbecue brisket with fresh white onion slices, dill pickles, pico de gallo, and a slice of pecan pie seems like the finest gourmet meal he has ever had.
I have to take them to some of their old haunts as they aren't all easily wheel chair accessible. He is only about 165 now, so I can pull him up stairs by leaning him back like he is in the Mercury orbiter. His eyes get big and he hangs on for dear life when I tilt him back to lower the center of gravity while stair climbing, but he is willing to take a chance on a tumble to just get out.
Although it hurts him a lot, it is actually easier on me to have him chairbound as I don't have to stand over him for as much as a half hour to get him from the car to the inside of our destination.
Sadly, my Dad is mentally aware enough to realize what is going on. Mom isn't. Dad told me the other day that he felt like he was in a "storage warehouse for old people". He knows he is slowly slipping away.
There is plenty to do there at their home, but Dad doesn't want to play nickel bingo with the old ladies, canasta with old people that can't hear you when you talk, and won't go to movie night since "there hasn't been a good movie made since 'Patton' ".
I know this sounds selfish, but the best thing is that it has calmed down a lot for me. I control most of their money (by leading the committee of the siblings), their legal affairs, their medical decisions, and am now working on the disposition of their property. Taking over that load alone has helped me since I can *organize* it all, AND taken the pressure off my Dad. At 85, he gets confused and upset pretty easily. Now he passes the people involved to me and I tell him how he is doing.
He is worn out and tired, and wants to be left alone. He can't cut up his own food, (he gets a kick out of having me cut up his food with my work knife when we go out), can't bathe himself, and can't clean himself after he soils a diaper. Not much good going on in his life, but he hangs on...
Mom on the other hand, is doing just fine. Her normal litany of small illnesses dominate the conversation as well as her normal complaining of "not knowing what to do with your father". With her pacemaker tuned up, her diabetes under control, and balance classes, Mom is actually doing OK. She gets around fine by herself, but likes to hang on to me while going through the home so she can let everyone know
*her* son comes to visit.This last couple of years have been a melancholy and sad experience. I am actually glad that I have been able to get rid of or handle some of their problems for them.
Looking at the length of this post, it is obvious to me that it is on my mind more than I think it is, even now. I don't feel like I ever get too far from it all.
As I recall, you observed in a earlier post to be thankful for every day your feet hit the floor and you are up and around. An astute and timely observation. I agree completely. Somehow, after being with them for a few hours, life seems pretty good.
I truly appreciate you asking about them, Lew.
(Even though now you know more than my family members!).
Robert
You know, when I read this, I realize that I was fortunate in some ways. Both my parents died from different forms of cancer and although it was difficult for them (and me) to go through it, it was relatively quick in many ways. I know that both my parents would have hated to waste away bit by bit in a long drawn out process. My father was one of the most intelligent people I've ever known and to see his mental capabilities gradually diminish would have been sheer agony.
My sympathies on what you're experiencing Robert.
Dave
" snipped-for-privacy@aol.com" wrote in news:3d01987c- snipped-for-privacy@s19g2000vbr.googlegroups.com:
Seems very similar to my experiences. Wakes up memories of flying back and forth to Holland often to keep tem company for a few days (and my sister much more often from Paris). Treasure your memories, and don't forget to ask your parents about their past, as we forgot to do much of the time. They'll treasure going back to the memories, even if they weren't always nice. And you will know more about your parents' experiences and motivations.
Best of luck, Robert!
It also helps prevent cut foot-pads from stuff like broken glass, or other 'foreign object damage', in urban environments.
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-------------------------- Those were my exact words when I went to see my mother's 2nd husband at 87.
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Need to find the right social worker to get him motivated which might be a big challenge.
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An Engineer/Mathematician would say:
Why don't you perform aerial fornication with a rotating annular spheroid?
Street Lingo translation:
Why don't you take a flying f*ck at a rolling donut.
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The salesman in me thinks of everything of terms of money.
My earlier comment when something like:
You wake up in the morning, both feet hit the floor, and both lungs are working, you got a shot at another day.
Every thing else that day is bonus money.
BTW, if you are a drinking man, 5:00PM starts another "new" day.
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You are welcome.
Lew
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Reading all of these makes me realize how fortunate I was. I was still in the Marines when my father died of cancer of the throat--thank you Lucky Strikes! Mom cared for him, along with some help from an early stage hospice (this was in '61). Mom was an RN, so was used to doing what needed doing. She also worked full time while he was ill, which I guess was where the hospice came in. I wasn't home enough to know, and my mother always felt her kids should be at least partially protected from extended periods of bad news. Wer knew he was sick, but not that sick.
I was in my early 50s when Mom died. She was puttering in her garden in late fall, but by Christmas felt kind of weak. In January, she went into the hospital, where she died. Again, a cancerous tumor, but this one pressed on her aorta and shut her down quickly. The idiot doctors never found it until after she died. On the whole both she and her children did well by it being so quick. She just faded, all really within one week. My father's death could have been rough on us, but my brother and I were both stationed out of Cherry Point, NC, and my sister lived up in Maine. That created a wave through income and savings a couple years after my mother died, because Donna was diagnosed with breast cancer, after being told she was free of it. I spent a lot of time driving and flying from Virginia to Maine for eight or nine months, if memory serves. Cancer got her at 54. You can bet that when it comes time for a colonoscopy, I don't miss the appointments, as unpleasant as they are. Cancer is our family tradition, I guess. I've already had prostate cancer, remaining free of the problem now for a couple of years. I don't argue about the tests, either.
I have friends whose parents are on the serious decline now, and it is rough on them, especially when the process extends over years. In two cases, at least one parent is senile or eaten alive by Alzheimers.
That is truly rough on them.
Han, Dave and Lew:
Thanks for the kind words. I thought about them last night while I was at the hospital emergency room with my folks. Another fall injury, this time he almost broke his wrist.
As it was, it was a massive embolism in the wrist joint. It was causing him A LOT of pain, and since he broke the skin, there was enough air and bacteria to allow infection. They drained it, scoped it again for another look. He is so frail and damaged they have a hard time just finding the exact location of the problems, so they x- ray, fluoroscope, and anything else they can to see what is going on. It takes hours.
They decided to give him massive amounts of antibiotics orally, so after his preliminary dose I went to the 24 hour pharmacy to get the rest of his script so they would have it when they woke up. I arrived back home and was in bed by about 5:30 am.
But just now as I am typing this, I have another call, and apparently the antibiotics they gave him to stave off the infection have done nothing. His hand is more swollen than before and he is unable to close it. I was warned at the hospital about septicemia spreading through his weak and aged body, and how something so small could permanently damage him (or worse) if it was allowed to spread.
So again, I am off to the races.
I know many have gone through all of this and much worse before, and many follow after me. I just wanted to thank you guys for thinking of me and mine. No doubt that warm fuzzy will come to me again while in front of the vending machines looking at dinner.
Thanks.
Robert
" snipped-for-privacy@aol.com" wrote in news:cc410e10- snipped-for-privacy@k10g2000yqa.googlegroups.com:
Swelling can be just from the injury, and the atempts of the body to repair itself. There does not have to be an infection caused by invading bacteria, although that is certainly a possibility. If there is infection that ould be accompanied by redness and raised temperature.
Sometimes oral antibiotics may not be sufficient and IV antibiotics could be better. I'm not a doctor, and above all don't kno all the circumstances, but I'd hope Dad ill get the best treatment possible ...
Thinking of you and yours ...
Good luck, tomorrow I head to Chicago to spend a few days with my parents. They have been in a Rehab Nursing place. Short story dad fell broke his hip, mom had fluid build up went into hospital ended up at same rehab in the same room. They get out Sunday my sister the nurse is there now with her spouse, but she has to head home to Colorado Monday. My spouse just got back from a week with her mom in Chitown, she had a bad resistant infection ( C-diff ?), after hip replacement.
So I have empathy for you Robert. Just not real good at such things I guess.
Mark
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