Thunder and Lighting.

Scottish Thistle

I chose this one, because of my Scottish heritage. One of the things that you can't run away from is your family. I am a Scot by birth, even though I've never been to the homeland, I've grown to hunger for it. I watch travel logs about Scotland, we go to Highland games when they come to town. I even have a kilt that my uncle had made while he was in Scotland. Maybe, someday, Driver willing, I will make it there. 

I believe that Sweetie is either Welsh, or some other English clan. Her brothers and me talk about our ancient history and try as we will, pull and one up each other on who was closer to the royalty. 

These are fun things to talk about, to let loose the burdens of today. There is one thing that I do know about Clan MacNeil, is that we have a castle, Kisimul castle on Berra Island, in the Outer  Hebrides.  That is something that they don't have, which, in my mind, is the point of royalty. No castle, no royalty. 

Friday

I wasn't paying her the attention I'd should of, when I spied on her to see she was up and out of the bedroom. 

Cursing myself, I quickly got out and retrieved her. With a warm smile, a cheerful greeting, then guiding her back to the bathroom to begin the day. 

One of the things that I enjoy about the mornings is, her willingness to do what I ask her to do. Every morning it is the same thing, and with her every morning it is something new for her. 

I've found that after I sit her on the potty, I can get most of her hygiene done. Feel good medicine, shave her whiskers, attempt to clean her teeth, hoping that she will have a BM while we are working on her top half, her bottom half will work all by itself. I don't know how long I have to keep her there, I just know it is a chance, not a reality of that happening. 

Showered, clean and dried, then dressed and out for breakfast. 

That done, kill time before we leave for the golf course where the course seemed to the victor this day. 

Then the second half began. Sweetie was very tired while on the course, so, I wanted to get her home, fed and down for a nap. Knowing that she would be real cranky by evening time if she didn't get a nap. 

After the nap, headed out for the mall. The weather report called for thunder storms that afternoon, and they were right. 

Driving towards the mall, I could see we were heading right for a big, wet, thunder and lighting cell. We arrived just in front of the down pour. While we were walking, you could hear the rain just beating on the skylights. 

My plan was to do our walk, while it was raining, and finish just as the rain moved on. Good plan, but the rain didn't co-operate. It was still pouring when we were done, and after sitting for a short while, made a mad dash for the car. 

I was worried about Sweetie getting wet, not understanding what rain is, and getting halfway to the car and stopping. She didn't stop, and we got in the car and home safely. 

We're still having rough evenings, she likes to get up and will start walking the house. That is when I give her some CBD, and it will calm her down. 

Last night we went to a meeting, and she was her gentle self when we got there. I think she likes the meeting because people will come up to her and talk to her. You can see it in her smile, and for me, her eyes. 

When we got home, and headed to bed, we had some difficulties getting her to bed. Once that was accomplished, off to sleep we went. 

What a miss this rain has caused us. Driver says He is going to have to wash the car, with all the mud and road muck getting on her. Then again, nothing seems to bother Him, for He knows the trials and tribulation that come from being on the Road to Dementia Town, wet and dirty, we will still be Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.