Big plate of poop sammiches

But there's ice cream too!

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Lots of videos today, some shot with the phone and some with the canon. And I haven't yet rabbited the canon. Don't feel compelled to watch. I'm making this stuff up as I go along.

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Nona has moderate hip dysplasia. Good and bad in that. Today she has lots of pain and isn't in any way up to getting out and about. She needs rest and NSAID's, so I gave her 110 mg naprosyn and 160 mg aspirin in a bowl of cottage cheese and sour cream. As for the rest portion I wanted her to stay home today, perchance to lay in the sun. She wanted to come with me this morning though. I got the sense that she wanted to stay close to me. So that was okay. I did my chores and then took her back home.



The good part is that moderate dysplasia means she can probably have a pretty good and mostly pain-free life when the hips aren't flaring up, and also that the NSAID's work pretty well for her. The bad part is that she'll be 9 (63-ish statistically) in July and her hips aren't going to get better. At some point she'll be suffering too much and I'll have to put her down. And when I say I'll have to put her down, I mean I'll have to put her down. Me. In my world that's the way it works, and I will not sell my responsibility in that regard.

It's just part of the deal, the responsibility a person assumes when they take a dog into their family. Administering peace and and end of suffering is simply the fair exchange for years of unconditional love.

Now my personal approach is just that. My personal approach. I arrived there under the direct supervision of the Big Aircrew Chief. Don't imagine that I believe my path should be the path of any other person, ever.

Between now and that moment -- if it ever comes -- Nona and I will do our best to enjoy our time together.

She did feel better as the day went on but was still pretty sore as of the time I sent this off to scheduling.

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To continue on an upbeat note, my 49 year old little sister checked herself out of treatment yesterday and after a brief stop at the likker store checked herself into gaol. DUI nth offence (as the Brits spell it, and where n = a presently unknown number greater than 1), resisting arrest, reckless driving (thankfully wreckless driving as well), driving on a suspended license, and urinating on the Queen's Highway. That last charged offence is of course not true and reflects my attempt at making a funny.

So what does a person in my shoes do in this situation? It pretty much comes down to suck it up and drive on. There's nothing I can do for her. There are any number of things I can do with her, if she ever finds a way to begin to try to unfuck herself. I have to be ready to help under the proper circumstances, and also be firm in withholding assistance which would only enable her continued fuckedupedness. Easy. So I'm leaning heavily on the Big Aircrew Chief. It's liable to end badly I fear, but many humans choose to take the express to bad endings and there's nothing any other human can do to change the destination. They get on the train, they can get off. But they don't always do so.

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On to the ice cream.

My intent regarding a workout was to hike a couple of miles with a couple of hills, something I did yesterday, wherein I didn't push it much although I didn't completely wimp the hills.



I also intended to explore a bit more "glacier" climbing, which I 'sperimented with yesterday on the spur of the moment.



Because Mom was taking a walk while I was doing my physical thing Red accompanied her rather than me, which is the way it should be. Yesterday Red went with me and tried to capture a vole. She's a nose hunter though, so she missed. I'm not sure if the vole was lucky or good. Probably both.



But that was yesterday. This was today. Which is now yesterday. Fricking time machines.

Anyway, stretching and pushups!



Then I must hide my keys where only people on the interwebz can find them.



After a mile or so of hiking, a warm-up slope.



Then after summiting Vader Hill once, a brainstorm!



Let's do it five time hard(ish)!



Then a beauty break with more sobbing and a diabolical but unworkable idea.



More sobbing with some artistical video of snow-ice in the middle. There's clearly a bit of psychosis going on. Okay, more than a bit.



Then 7.5 minutes of "across the valley and back" baloney, heavily edited down to a buck thirty-five. Still too long. This one is definitely worth skipping.



And finally a "look at me" recap. Probably a good one to skip also.



At the end of the seventy-minute workout I'd done five miles pretty hard. I did a lot of hills. My fancy watch credited me with 10. The number doesn't matter really, the point was to work hard and get good exercise, and that's what I did.

So the poop sammiches weren't exactly tasty. Unfortunately, life comes with a lot of poop sammiches, and that's a fact. There's always ice cream on the menu too. Not always a lot of it, but it's always there.

Nona's feeling a lot better as I write this. We'll see what the morning brings.

Be well and enjoy the blessings of liberty.