Day is Done.

Buffalo

I've mentioned the buffalo on the Sandia Pueblo before, so I did get a picture of them, and here they are. Here in New Mexico, our city is surrounded by American Natives reservations, and here on the north end of Albuquerque is the Sandia Pueblo. It is here where they have a small herd of buffalo. I'm so fascinated with them, that we drive by this area numerous times, just so I can see them. American in the wild. 

Where I live, we are surrounded again, by the Petroglyphs, state and Native American land. So there isn't any development done on the land. Because of that, we have coyotes, road runners, snakes, quail, and the such running back and forth into our neighborhoods and back the wild land. We have cottontail rabbits throughout our neighborhood too. 

As nature has adapted to us being here, I too have learned the trick of adapting to what my life has to do to survive, to live and live with abundant life. 

Knowing the what and what not to do is the most important lesson I had to learn. I can't go and leave Sweetie alone for days at a time, that would not end well. I can take her with me on short day trips, that is one thing that I've learned. We have maybe a year or so before that window closes. 

Because of the pandemic, we haven't been to a restaurant in over a year, and I'm wondering if we can still do that. That only way to find out is to go and try. I know what I can order for her, and at that same time, I can get something I haven't had in a long, long time. Going to have to try that soon. 

Wednesday

I was a "normal" morning for us, accept for her having another BM, while she was sitting on the toilet. Yea, and then into the shower she went. I've learned that I'm so much in a hurry that I don't give her enough time, while sitting on the potty, to do that. Something new has been learned. Sit her down, get other things done, let her relax, and see if that will help her get her business done. 

One of the good thing that comes about because of that, is she is more likely to be in a good mood. Works for me, why shouldn't it work for her. Until her medicine kicks in, and she has a BM, she is doing her best impression of the dwarf Grumpy.

Potty, showered, dressed, and fed, we're off for another day. Golf was OK, nothing to write home about. Lunch was good, and I put her down for a nap. 

While she was sleeping, I moved Tweety out and parked her at the entrance of our neighborhood. Not the best location, just more people will see her, and it is a easy walk back home for me. Plus it will be a nice walk for both of us later in the day to go get her. 

We did have a good day, my re-order of her happy meds came, and that relieved me of the idea of not having enough. I don't want to know what it is like for her to be out. I surmise that it wouldn't be pretty. 

What a gentle day on the Road to Dementia Town we had. I feel that days like these are my reward for loving and taking care of Sweetie. It is on the couch, as the sunsets, the room grows dark, and I turn and see her as she was, and she tells me those three words; "I love you." Then I know all is well, day is done, as we go, Keeping our Shiny Side Up, C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.