I am sitting here in Walnut Creek when my plan was to be up at the hill house this weekend, but sometimes life gets in the way. My dog Casey, who is 16 years old, was acting strange on Thursday night when I got home I couldn't find her. You have to realize that I live in a 900 sq.ft. condo, so that was a bit puzzling. Finally I heard her collar jingle and she came out of Nick's room where she had been hiding in the farthest, darkest corner. She ate dinner but was still not herself.. but nothing was visually wrong. The next morning she was in obvious distress.. she wasn't drinking or eating or moving around and her eyes were glassy. Worse, she was drooling and there was blood in it. I was pretty sure my dog was dying and her system was shutting down on me. I got her to the vet and he was shocked at her condition but instead of putting her down, he suggested that we try one last thing, a large dose of antibiotics and give her 24 hours. I agreed and took her home. She was perking up about 4 hours later and by that evening while not 100%, she was eating and drinking and much better. Long story to say that all my plans for working on the greenhouse and finishing the grow beds and putting the plants in failed to happen.
If you know me personally, you know I am a planner. I don't like my life to have any traces of chaos so I plan my meals on Sunday for the week, I review my work calendar for the next day the night before, and don't get Nick started on what I am like on vacation! But things happen and Casey has been there for me, and with me for going on 13 years now, so being a little disrupted was okay. She is doing good today and will be on antibiotics for a week or so to clear up whatever that was that did this to her. She is such a tough dog!
|Casey lying down in the meadow pretending to be stalking prey.|
|Pictures from last summer when she was "helping" me in the yard.|
Other news - did you read about the couple in the gold country who found a stash of gold coins buried on their property? First, it wasn't me!
They don't say their names or where they live and since the gold country is a big place it could be my neighbors or 100 miles away. Makes me want to get out there with the metal detector again! What is funny (or sad) is the after this story broke, the next story was the IRS saying how happy they were for the couple and by the way, they will have to be 50% in taxes.
Today the story is that people from all over the world are calling the newspaper and saying they had an ancestor who lived in the region and buried a treasure and they are sure it is theirs... seriously? I am happy for them and really, most of the people in the foothills there are struggling. Businesses are still going under and there really hasn't been anything driving the economy. Maybe this will entice people to come to the area and search for buried treasure? Hey that could be a business!
I will charge you $100 and 10% of anything you find (after taxes!) and you can come search on my property... hmm...