Grace and Maisie, Grace’s young buddy, ‘living it large’ Photo (c) L. Purling
For those of you who are asking about the wonderful hound…
Yup, Grace is still with me at the moment. The re-homing process is longer and more complex than I had originally thought. There were many wonderful people wanting to take her on and yet there are so many issues when it comes to re-homing an older guide dog that, in the end, we decided to hand all things over to the re-homing team. This means I can just pretend it isn’t happening for a wee bit longer.
Grace meantime has happily settled deep into her retirement and…well… gone ‘dog’. In the old days of just a couple of months ago, I would wake up, feed us, get my sh** together, harness up Grace and head out the flat and up the hill. Boom! There, wherever ‘there’ happened to be that day,-and back again. Work? Done. Supermarket? Done. Gym? Done. I had NO flippin’ idea just how much I had taken Grace for granted. Have you ANY idea how hard it is, for any dog, to walk sniff-less and in straight lines whilst hefting a talking monkey? Perhaps our equivalent would be being always prepped for a full triathlon whenever and where ever we got a text from our boss. What now? But I am in the pub…awww..maaaan. Okay. As it’s YOU.
Seven years of sniffing to catch up on! Back laters! Photo (c) L. Purling
Now, Retired Grace is making all that painfully clear. She has seven and half yeas of sniffing to catch up on. If we can get 20 metres in 20 minutes it is a result. She won’t get out of the car if she can’t see green fields and grass to run in and, should I convince her, with promises of fishy teats the size of a pillow, to come into town with me at all, she is liable to lock legs, pause and lick up any dropped ice cream, chips, bread crumbs in the street, looking up at me with Clint Eastwood glintiness and a grin on her chops that says,
‘Payback is, quite literally in this case, a bitch’.
Damn, I LOVE this dog!
On another note, this week is Mental Health Awareness Week.
I actually heard some Tory apologist on the radio this morning saying that their response to the financial cuts to care and services was not to put more money in. Oh no. Money was Not Needed. They would, however, ‘ensure there are more resources than any other party.’ What? Do you mean Tories would fund resources from the teary dreams of babies and the light from the eye of a unicorn? Seems Trump-Speak is contagious.
Back in 2012 I came across an excellent piece of research by Kay Garthwrite called Fear of the Brown Envelope. Only a few months before, I had nearly been evicted due to an administrative error by the DWP and was cringing every time the post came. I had gone to look after my Dad for a few weeks as he was very ill with multiple myeloma. He was in Zambia. I had sent my dates and passport details before I had left the country and when I returned but the DWP had ‘lost’ them.
You are still abroad and taking money off the state. You are sanctioned! the Brown Envelope screamed.