I've launched a search for my knitting mojo. I've decided it will be found in hats for the small people in my life - not just my two granddaughters, but two cousins in Asheville. So, November will be Operation Kid Hats Month.
It will also be Daily Blogging Month, because seriously, I either need to revive this blog or let it join the millions of abandoned blogs littering cyberspace like so much space junk. I have things to say, I just never sit my ass down at the keyboard to say them. Daily blogging is like daily walking - after it becomes a habit, it starts feeling like something is missing if you skip it.
Daily Walking: that is another element of Mission: November. I'm planning a trip to Asheville for Thanksgiving, and I plan to bring Sophie with me. We both need to be in shape for walking those hills! Murphy will not be coming along; the excitement of a road trip would upset his delicately balanced system, and not "going with" will be stressful too. We tried leaving him at my daughter's house last time (over a year ago) and, let's just say, she had to do some cleanup on Aisle 3. She has a full-time job and a second one working with an autistic preschooler part time. She's is in her next-to-last semester of grad school, her husband works with autistic kids full time plus and also is in school, and oh yes, they also have a 2 year old, two dogs and a charming young mostly-Siamese kitten, and I can't ask them to take on Mr. High Maintenance. Unfortunately, he's going to have to board at the vet when I travel from now on. Another friend offered to take him, and I described his situation, and she paused...Oh. Yeah. I don't travel much so it's not a big deal, but though I love him beyond words, I can't put his needs above a rare opportunity to spend a long weekend with my distant human family. I am just short of being that kind of Crazy Dog Lady, but I am aware of how crazy I am, so I'm still sort of sane. I think. Wow, that was a segue into Preemptive Dog Mommy Guilt, wasn't it?
Anyway, walking. I need it, every day. Murphy is the smartest dog ever, and is aware of his own changing needs - he now REFUSES to go walking WITH Sophie. I had walked them together for years, but now, he has put his tiny foot down. If I take them together for all but a quick pee break, he digs in like a mule and turns around to head back in the door before we even reach the stairs, and after trying to win, I surrendered. I now take her first. He waits patiently while I take her for a brisk mile or so in the morning, then I bring her home and take him. He does less than a half mile, enjoys it very much, and everybody's satisfied.
Oh, and how does he know it's a Real Walk, and not a Quick Pee? They watch to see if I have my iPod and/or my phone. If I have both, we are Walking, and not just potty-walking. They both watch, they both know what it means, and he decides if he's up to it or not. Mostly, not.
But don't fret, Murphy fans - he's handsome and perky and full of Murphy-ness still. He really hasn't slowed down much, and it's kind of awesome that he is becoming an old dog on his own terms.