Time Just Flies ... Whenever

My life has been full of so many obstacles lately. Grad school, family, my elderly dog, work, writing, health issues ... so many things. Then, I kept loosing my password to my blog!

Who knew it would be so hard to find ... and keep.

In the midst of all of that I've been trying to work on my web site, and that has not been very successful. All I wanted to do was bring it up to speed, change the picture on it, and do some up-dating. But no, it has not been very cooperative. So, for the time being, my web site will sit as it is, and I will do something else.

My elderly puppy - sounds like an oxymoron -- is fast approaching eleven years old. I've had him since he was six weeks young, and he is truly a part of my family. The fact that he has become a stubborn, hard to please male, makes it difficult to deal with sometimes.

For the last two years he requires hand feeding. Literally. It is not a simple effort of just putting his food in a bowl and hope he eats when he gets hungry. Oh no. He must eat off a fork, and it must be a specific type of fork. A plastic white fork. Not any other color, not metal, not a spoon, Just a plastic white one.

For some time now he would eat canned dog food. Now, he will no longer eat that. I cannot begin to tell you how many cans of full canned dog food I have thrown away because he will not eat it. He turns his head, walks away, or simply will not eat for days on end.

Worry about him and the stress on his health has been foremost of my mind. I'm just not ready to let him go. After all, he drinks water, gets around well, goes outside, and seems happy most of the time.

So, now I am buying people food for him. Hamburger meat, frozen vegetables, and brown rice. It goes in the slow cooker and for the time being he is eating.

So, who do you think runs the house? Me? My teen aged son? Naw. My canine friend. Maxxe has to eat ... and while everyone else shivers because the house is so cold, the fans and cooler runs - even in the dead of winter - Maxxe must be cool because of all of his fur.

It's his house - his budget - his living room. What's a mom to do?