My super-awesome dog, Raven, has been taking it easy with me. She's still Speedy Gonzales at 11.5 years old, but it seems that her last game of backyard tag with Tank resulted in a torn ACL for her. Poor girl. She was also diagnosed with arthritis in both hips, and with cataracts in both eyes. She'd probably agree with Meemaw's oft-repeated lament: "It's hell to get old."
Our vet recommended that we try 4-6 weeks of restricted movement and rest for her, with omega-3s and joint supplements and a couple weeks of Rimadyl to see if her leg will heal on its own. We're 3 weeks in, and she is showing some improvement. She's a lady o' leisure now, as you can see.
Oh, and Shrinky Dink found my first "official" grey hair. Wasn't it, er, white of her to point it out?
In other--completely unrelated--news, I am now the mother of a TEENAGER!!!!!!!!
How do you feel about that?, you ask. Well, a little bit like this:
TIME GOES BY TOO FAST, PEOPLE! I absolutely can not imagine my kid driving in a few years. And I definitely can't imagine allowing him to ride around in a car driven by one of my friends' hooligan kids! He only has 5 more years of homeschooling until he graduates! And then who will I be? I "tease" my husband that I plan to deal with Empty Nest Syndrome by relying on pets. Bring on the pets!!!!! (He laughs, fearfully.)
I also feel like this:
I'm so happy that my son still hugs me and holds my hand. That he says I understand him. That instead of recoiling from my middle-aged momishness, he just explains to his friends, "My mom is crazy."
Whatever works, kid.
Yeah, but how do you feel about the Terrible Teens!?, you persist.
I'm happily in denial. I figure, since I was a sweet, placid, rule-following teen myself, Nature Boy's teendom will go smoothly.
That's my story, and I'm stickin' to it.
Stay tuned for a birthday-related bruhaha post coming up!
