|socks I have finished for the 20 year old|
At noon hour I called home. Talked to the 16 year old who said all was fine there. I asked her if she saw George. She was silent and then said no. I think it got to her that he wasn't around. This dog always protected my 16 year old. They are soul mates. I asked her to stick her head out the kitchen door and listen for a bark. There was none. I said Oh well.
In my mind I though ' why had he left the surrounds of the house?' Perhaps to go off and die. But why the bark?
I called at 2pm as I was entering Walmart ( I must get a cell phone!). The girls had gone through the fields. No dog. No bark. The older was bailing hay..no dog. Everything else fine.
Now I made a huge mistake picking this day for shopping. It wasn't until I was in Walmart I figured it out. It was Child Tax Credit Day. People had money to spend on school supplies and stupid things. It was crowded and in my eyes people were quit disgusting looking. I wear better clothes into the barn. Where is the propriety in how people look anymore? I don't just mean the stretchy yoga pants on someone a big as a couch. I mean the torn Tshirts, and dirty clothes. Do they know how to use a brush? And smell!!
I hate Walmart. I only go there a few times a year. But there were items I needed to get for our trip like underwear and socks which were at unbeatable prices in Walmart. Our Walmart expanded last November to be a full grocery store. It is the first time I did any grocery shopping there, only I brought all my grocery flyers with me and did the compairison shopping of items only on the list. Funny but the flyers for all the items I wanted was cheaper then Walmart prices. When I got to the teller, she said to me I did very well on my savings. I figured I just did well on items for our trip. It will be a long time before I go there again.
I had still an hour to spend before going to get Dearest. I went to Value Village a used store. Without having the kids with me I could look at my leasure. I found some kilts which I LOVE. My body shape is perfect for them and when I find them there is little in the way of stopping me from buying one. Well this day there were two there. I had the money for both ( just) but I really need new white blouses. There were no white blouses but I found a nice yellow one that would go really nice with my brown skirt and one of the kilts. I tried on the kilts and landing out buying this one.
I went and got Dearest from work and as we were travelling home I told him about George. He said he would look for him when we got home. So as I unloaded the shopping and put on supper he went hunting. I just had supper ready on the table and Dearest showed up, mud to his thighs, all up his arm. George had gone in the pond, but because the water levels are low it is deep mud on the edge of the pond. George was sunk in the mud up to his collar. Because of his age and arthritis he could not get out. Dearest had him out the pond and on a log, but the dog was shivering and weak. I ordered the 20 year old to get the truck, fill with warm water buckets, the 16 year old to get blankets and the 4 year old to get dry towels/ rags, the 2 year old to fill the dogs dish with food. I was in a beautiful skirt and white blouse and needed to get coveralls and rubber boots on. We drove to the area he was laying. George wanted so much to get up and come to me ( he is my suck) but couldn't. The mud was all over him and we had to get as much off him before we could move him. The truck could not get down right to the pond and we would have to carry him a distance to get him in the truck. This dog was well over 100 lbs in his bloom. Carrying him now at 80lbs but fragile would be difficult. We managed and got him to the house by around 7pm. Chores were awaiting us, supper on the table but all hands were on this dog. We washed and washed him. Then finally he decided to get up on his own. Oh what a mess! He ate whole heartily, and drank and drank. But he was cold and clumps of wet mud were all over him. I couldn't put a hose on him because well water is freezing and he was already cold. He can't climb the steps to get in the tub anymore. So I spent over an hour cutting his fur, washing and drying him, until the sun went down. He slept in the mudroom( literly a mudroom now!) and this morning is still weak. He is laying in the sunshine outside. This afternoon I will wash him with pet shampoo and hope to clean him up some more. The sun will dry him and hopefully by nightfall he will be back to himself. That evening I did loads of laundry. Blankets, towels and our clothes all full of thick wet mud.
Last night I went to bed and wished George had somehow just gone away and not come back. His will to live out his last days is still strong. He has proved this to me. I wonder if he knows I have the hole already dug?