Friday, August 8
The crew and I feel like going somewhere!
Rather than wander aimlessly, I search my map for a destination. I pick a campground tucked in the mountains to the east of our camp, and soon the Perfect Tow Vehicle carries Bridget, Spike and me on another excursion.
The rabbit brush is in bloom all over the rolling plain around our camp at Boulder Lake, Wyoming.
The blooms are bright yellow at first.
After a time they take on a golden hue, followed by deep mustard. The blooming rabbit brush, set among the grey of boulders and the pale green of sage, create rock gardens on both sides of the road.
One cannot reach the campground as the crow flies.
We drive south of Boulder Lake, emerge from the sea of rabbit brush and sage, and turn eastward onto Route 353.
This route takes us past ranches.
The main house on these ranches is usually positioned back from the main road. That way, one goes through an arch… not really an arch, usually two massive timbers with a cross bar, some made of fancy metal work.
One drives under the name of the ranch to get to the house. The enormity of this Wyoming countryside and its ranches makes a driveway more than that. It’s a road and needs to be well marked. Often the brand is proudly displayed on the entrance structure.
The Perfect Tow Vehicle carries us onto Scab Creek Road, a wide, well-maintained, gravel road snaking across miles of open land that is undisturbed by the presence or traces of people.
Our destination is Scab Creek Campground.
Whoever named the creek, “Scab Creek,” certainly wasn’t a poet. Scab Creek? That’s the best you could do?
Two cowboys sit in their saddles next to a creek after a long, hard ride.
“Gee whilikers, Vern, we need a name for this here crick. Whatcha’ think we oughtta call ‘er?”
“I dunno, Clint,” Vern replies, scratching the scab on his chin. “She shur is a purty thang.”
“Will you quit scratchin’ that scab! I’ve watched you scratch that ugly thang all the way from Cheyenne and up this here mountain!”
Clint’s horse nods his head and whinnies in agreement.
“I got it!” announces Vern excitedly, whipping off his hat and slapping his thigh with it for emphasis. “How ’bout Scab Crick?”
Clint looks at the creek and then looks at the grinning Vern.
“Tell ya’ what, Vern. If you’ll stop scratchin’ that miserable face of yours, we’ll call ‘er Scab Crick.”
And that, boys and girls, is how Scab Creek got its name.
Many years later, Clint’s great-grandson is working for the Bureau of Land Management. Carefully he considers possible names for the campground.
“I know! We’ll name it ‘Scab Creek Campground!’ Whatcha’ think?”
Ranger Vern scratches his chin.
“Yeah, Scab Creek . . . Scab Creek Campground. I like it.”
Scab Creek Rec Area, we discover, is designed for people with horses.
Several horse trailers sit side-by-side in the parking lot designated for that purpose. I drive further and park at the trail head.
“Out you go!” Bridget and Spike hop out.
I read the notices on the board and examine the map of the trails posted there. I peruse the registration book. Bridget is enjoying herself. Where’s Spike?
The sight of him stabs me in the heart
Spike isn’t having a good day. Instead of happily snooping and sniffing around the area like he usually does, he’s lying in the shade of the vault toilet building watching us.
Oh, no. Another mile marker on that road I don’t want us to go down . . . .
I walk over to Spike, gently pick him up, and carry him back to the PTV. I place him on the quilt on the bench seat.
“That’s okay, Spikey. We don’t have to go for a walk.”
I give Bridget a few minutes to investigate the smells on the bushes, all the while tenderly stroking Spike’s back.
Bridget skips over to where I’m standing at the side door.
“You ready to go, little girl?” She hops in and I close the door.
I slide into the driver’s seat, fold my arms on top of the steering wheel, and stare, unseeing. Images of the years with Spike come to mind. Where did the time go? Dammit, where did it go?
I drop my head on my arms and cry. To heck with the campground. I want to go home.
I turn the key in the ignition. “Okay, crew. Let’s get this show back on the road.”
We roll down the mountain and drift across the wide-open, Wyoming plain.
That evening, after supper and before dark . . .
I walk down to the lake. Bridget tags behind. Spike watches us go from his favorite spot under the Best Little Trailer.
At the beach I sit on a boulder and Bridget wanders around in the sand. The soft sound of the breaking waves soothes me. We’d better not stay down here long without Spike . . .
“Oh look! Here comes Spikey!” I rush to greet him. “We missed you, sweetie! I’m so glad you’re here!”
rvsue
THANKS, RVSUE SHOPPERS, FOR GOING TO AMAZON FROM MY BLOG!
Can it be?
OMG! My life is once again complete. #1 the most sought after position on the board. How shall I celebrate?
Congratulations, Jim! Let the celebration begin!
This is my second time at the number one spot. What’s the prize for three?? Not too extravagant but nice.
It was almost me!!!! 🙂
Keep trying, Angie. Your day will come!
Oh Sue, I am crying because I have been there. Where did the puppy go? I wish Spike much more time to soak and sniff! I wish you strength for when he decides no more.
Take care.
Tina
Thank you, Tina. Spike has his good days and not-so-good days.
Oh huge hugs. I cried right with you on your steering wheel. Praying Spike gets renewed strength and health. X
Thanks, Sheila. He seems fine today, although we haven’t tried a walk yet. Bridget is a sleepyhead. She didn’t sleep well last night. That’s the way she is when there’s a full moon. I’ve always suspected she’s a lunatic!
My nurse friend tells me they always HATED full moon nights on psyche wards!! There was no rest that night. And I have heard most babies are born on full moons….tis very interesting the influence the moon has on our earth…besides the tides of the oceans.
Teachers hate full moons, too. Nothing like 110 students passing through one’s classroom all day, acting like werewolves and lunatics.
Yes, no doubt!!!
On a positive full moon note, according to my mother’s caregiver (she is in Dementia care), her patients are mentally better during full moons and she always suggested that this was the best time to call – before Mom stopped talking completely. But she did say that bad patients are worse and good patients were better under the full moon.
Very interesting!! Never heard this before…thanks for sharing!!
Oh my, the tears are flowing…for Spike and for you. If we could, we would keep our pets with us forever…happy, carefree, happy and full of energy. My heart hurts for you, Dear Sister. You have been the perfect care giver for both Spike and Bridget.
Love you
Sorry I made you cry, Pauline. Thanks for the message. I hope Charlie and Sassy are well and happy! Love you, too.
Sorry to see Spike is on the down slope. It’s surprising that a vet would recommend surgery for a benign bump for a dog that old. On another subject, if you haven’t received your vehicle registration renewal forms yet, you don’t need them. SD has a very good online web site and you can do it there without the cards they send out.
Hi, Allison,
I’m not in any hurry to put Spike through surgery, even though this is minor. I think the concern of the vet is the location. I don’t know. I hope to talk about that on Monday when I pick up the lab results.
Thanks for the tip about online renewals! I took a quick look at the site. That will make my life a lot easier.
Not sure that Spike is ready for either teeth cleaning or growth removal at this stage of his life… (come to think of it… me neither)
I agree… about Spike, that is. 🙂
My heart skipped a beat also with this post about Spike. I also have a canine friend in the same situation. I love her dearly but it is hard to see her walk. Her time is coming to a close. She has been a good friend. Thank you so much for sharing Spike with us. He and his soaks have brought many a smile to me.
You’re welcome, Patricia. It’s a pleasure for me to share Spike’s antics and quirks with you. I give him a lot of the credit for the popularity of this blog.
I’m sorry to hear you also have a dear friend passing ‘mile markers’ all too quickly. We have to face the inevitable. In the meantime, we do our best for our sweeties and treasure each day.
We have three little dogs and so envy your lifestyle. Do you keep your crew on leashes or do you let them run pretty free. We are heading west this winter and are looking forward to traveling, but do worry about the dogs. Not sure they will enjoy it as much as we do. Keep up the great work of educating us.
Hi, Suzy,
Whenever I can, I leave Bridget and Spike off-leash. I keep track of them and they don’t wander far. Bridget has always been clingy and Spike, as he’s matured and lost his hearing, doesn’t stray as far as when he was younger.
Since we mostly boondock by ourselves, leashes don’t make sense. Usually the door is kept open and they go in and out as they please. It would be restrictive for us to fool with leashes.
I don’t know your dogs, of course, but it’s my guess they will adjust to travel just fine. Expect them to love the adventure and most likely they will. I haven’t seen one unhappy RVing dog yet!
Sue, I know how it is to face the inevitable with a pet. As long as Spike isn’t in terrible pain and seems to enjoy his days we can be happy to share life with him. When that day comes, and come it will, you can do as I and many other pet lovers have done, say to yourself “I gave him the best every day that I could give him”. Spike is having a wonderful life with you and Bridget and you must always remember that you saved him from an uncertain future to a life of love, companionship and adventure. Buck up but remember the mantra….you did the best you could every day of his life…
Thank you, Jim. I will remember your words. Whenever Spike has a happy time, I say to myself, “Remember this.”
AZ Jim’s advice is full of wisdom, and hard as it is, it is true.
Spike will let you know, and it is so sad. I always said that when it happened, it happened, but I was surprised by the amount of sadness I did feel. And I too have to remember…you did the best you could every day of his/her life.
This post’s title is so appropriate – where does the time go? Hope that Monday gives you some good news about Spike’s lab results. We bloggerinos are all pulling for him. I’m glad you are going to get an “updated” camera so you can enhance your photography skills. Your pictures are already fabulous but I’m just happy you will get to learn more about your newly acquired interest which you enjoy so much.
Hi, Susan,
Thanks for the good hope re: Spike’s lab results, and for the compliment on my photos.
I’m limping along with this damaged camera. All of the photos, except the last one, were taken with it. The dark clouds that moved over the mountains didn’t help! I am looking forward to extending my limited knowledge of photography with a more sophisticated camera.
Oh Sue, how my heart is breaking for you with tears running down my face knowing that Spikey is going through this hard time. I had the hardest time when my Ivie (shitzu) of 16 years was ready to go. I will be praying for all three of you to enjoy your wonderful life to the fullest right now! That Spikey has lots more great soaks in the water he so enjoys.
Thank you, Sue.
I’m sorry to bring back your grief for Ivie. I would’ve liked to reverse the order of this post… Start with the sad stuff and end with the silly stuff (cowboys naming Scab Creek), but it wouldn’t work. And I felt I needed to include my heartache to explain why we never did see the campground!
What a gut wrenchingly honest portrayal of being torn by loving so intensely-and thereby a profoundly beautiful rendering of yourself to us.
My God,Sue,the courage it takes, for someone who became a private person in order to remain intact,-to relive moments like that in front of anyone doesn’t escape me.I honor the steel in your character that makes you do such things.
Loved your words Weather. Tears running down my face. Missing my beloved husband who is only passed just 3 months ago. I hope he met up with Bowie my yorkie who passed a year before him at 16. got to wipe my tears now.. Deb
I’m sorry for your loss, Debbie. And I regret that my post has caused your grief to sharpen its claws.
Weather,
It’s ok I’m told by my grief counselor from Hospice that it helps to cry and I do my share. 🙂 thanks for thinking of me.
Deb
Dear Deb,
Each person’s experience of grief and difficulty from living without their spouse is unique .It being part of my recent history doesn’t mean at all that I know what you’re going through and I won’t pretend to.
Thank you for appreciating what I wrote.Do what you can to nurture your heart and the strength in your body.May the love in your hope for his current happiness bloom forever
Thank you, weather.
It’s good that I have this outlet — my blogorinos and this blog. The latter calls out to me. “Time to write! Time to write” — as the crew and I experience the ups and downs along our journey. I had another good cry over the keyboard, a much-needed cleansing.
Maybe I washed some of the crumbs out from between the keys! Haha!
Atta girl,Pollyanna hat on at about the same angle, I’m about to close the laptop ,messy keys and all ,and see what fun this happy little island of misfit toys the troupe and I have can offer for a while 🙂
Sending you a sister hug Sue!
One more thing, please don’t do the surgery on Spike! I lost my Ivie right after she had her teeth cleaned. I think she was to old at that time and she never was never the same after that. She declined very fast and was gone a month after. If it is not needed and he is not in pain I would not do it. Just my humble opinion.
You know, Sue? I’m thinking the same thing. It’s an awful lot of stress. It’s not like I can take him to a familiar place with people he knows. There’s an outside chance the bump on his behind will grow and cause problems, but it seems unlikely.
Thank you for sharing your experience with your precious Ivie.
When our cat was 18 and we moved away from the Adirondacks we took her to a new vet who suggested teeth cleaning under general anesthesia. That just didn’t sound right for a cat of this age. Went to another clinic in a small town and the vet did not recommend putting her through additional stress and could not guarantee whether she would survive this procedure or not. He also said she was in a good health for here age and should have a couple more years with dirty teeth. She lived two more years and died quietly but we knew the end was coming when she stopped eating. My husband and I took turns for about two weeks to be with her non-stop. At nigh we kept her in our bed between us with our hands on her. My husband used an eye dropper to give her water. We kept her warm on our chests and covered her with her favorite fleece blanket and this is how she left us. She was 20 years + old.
Then I lost my husband. There are no words to describe my sadness.
Sue, I only hope you still have plenty of time with Spike. Enjoy every moment of it.
Oh, R., that’s incredibly sad. Your husband was a tender-hearted man. No wonder you ache for him so.
Your cat had a loving and gentle goodbye in the arms of those who loved her.
Thank you for sharing with us, especially when the pain of your losses is still raw.
R,
I sit and type this on my laptop with tears flowing down my cheeks… I know you know how I am feeling which comforts me.. strangely. Losing my husband in May has been so hard and so sad. I’m so grateful that I have my 2 dogs. Rosie and Lily and Lily is a chi and was the last Christmas present from him.
This blog is like getting warm sweet hugs.
Deb
I’m going to 2nd that on no surgery for Spike at his age. I had a similar issue with my JRT when he reached 15ish. My vet who I adore did a needle biopsy (no anesthesia needed) and let me know the lumps were cancerous and we put Gator on low dose Cortisone and that gave him almost another year of pretty good quality of life and time for me to say good bye. Gator got lots of yummys so the day he crossed over to the rainbow bridge he was waddling across. Jeffers has some great stuff that I put in my dogs water and it works like a charm it’s called Plaque Off, I’ve tried other stuff but this works great, you can also get a baby tooth brush and wet it and just brush his teeth.
My heart aches for you and most of us here on this forum are pet owners and have had to face this and it never gets easier. But the times we had with them are so worth the sorrow when they don’t out live us. My thoughts are with you Sue.
Hi, MK,
I’m agreeing with you about the surgery. It seems like too much for the little benefit to be gained.
That must have been a bittersweet year for you. I don’t blame you for overdoing the treats for Gator. I’m sure he loved being your patient!
I’ve never heard of Plaque Off. I’ll take a look at it. Spike? Have his teeth brushed? Not likely. You should see what I go through to clip his nails!
Thank you for your empathy, MK. Spike has many happy days ahead, which you can bet I’ll write about!
I’ve used plaque off for a few years and it helps their breath… as long as they don’t have any bad teeth already. It is merely a type of seaweed and it supposedly helps to stop the plaque from adhering to their teeth. I sprinkle it on Mugsy’s food once a day and tell her it is a treat. Dogs are suckers for treats. 😉
Hi, Connie,
I recently started adding kelp powder to the crew’s diet. Don’t suppose it would have the same effect.
Hello Sue! Wow what a trip you are on. I love to read your blog. I know what WY is like and to me it lacks trees and warmth. I sure hope Spike feels better and gets back to his normal rambunctious self. I have two furry kids too and my 7 yr old bichon/shitzu has a perpetual problem with passing stones in her urine. I really can’t afford the Vet bills at this time so I keep an eye on her. She’s passed several stones and when she does she is fine for a few months.
You are a wonderful writer and I feel everything you explain. Love it!
Hope your Sunday is filled with joy.
Debbie, living in Florida now but not for long!
Thanks, Debbie, for the Sunday wish and for the compliment on my writing.
Your poor baby has to pass stones… That must be hard on her and also for you. I’m sure you’ve investigated diet changes to minimize the formation of stones. I wish her many, many months stone-free!
I looked out the window and saw Spike lying on the ground. I went out to check on him and found that he’s basking in the warmth of the sunshine. He rolled over on his back and kicked his legs toward the sky. He’s not supposed to do that with his boo-boo! Fortunately it has dried and healed enough not to be bothered.
Wishing you and your crew good days in Florida and wherever you go next!
Sue,
Thanks for the kind words. Yes when Rosie is getting ready to pass a stone she urinates often and it’s pink sometimes. We had her on antibiotics but it didn’t seem to fix it. But she eats like a little pig and seems very happy.
Have you heard of Seresto? It is a flea and tick collar that works for 8 months. It actually works and just got my crew new ones. Just so much better than Frontline and those type.
In Florida fleas are awful in the summer but we are scratch free mostly.
Deb
No, I haven’t heard of Seresto. I’m glad you found something that works for Rosie. I remember how bad the fleas were in Florida. I had a dog named Sparky when we lived there and it was a constant battle against fleas.
One thing I love about the West… at least where we’ve been … no fleas!
In the last couple years, Mugsy has developed bladder and kidney stones. (she is half Pug and half Bichon) We did the surgery to remove the bladder stones and have them tested so I knew which type they are. They are oxalate stones, which is the easiest to treat with diet. I make her food based on various websites… and what I know that she likes and she gets only distilled water. When she first passed some of the kidney stones, it took about 15 minutes and she was obviously in pain, now it happens only every couple months and it only takes seconds. I had her x-rayed a couple months ago and I have managed to get the stones so small that they don’t even show up. Diet is the key. Mugsy wouldn’t touch any of the commercial foods… plus I don’t like them anyway and had been making her food before…
So sorry Spike is slowing down…I do think even things like small wounds take their toll on an older dog…much like it does on an older person. I am not sure I could go through again what we did with our beloved Ebony. Stupid parrots live longer than we do…how unfair dogs have such a short lifespan. Oh well…tis only for this earth time.
Hubby has had such a bad time…I SO HOPE he will not need any more surgeries. Just the anesthesia takes a terrible toll…mentally as well as physically. This one had to be unless he wanted to loose all use of his left arm and hand. And the pain…it was almost unbearable at times…so there was no choice really. But I can recommend this surgeon…she just seems to do what MUST be done…she told him he had to learn to live with his other back injury (lesser pain anyway). The meds have messed with his mind too…I have been scared a few times the last week. They send people home WAY TOO SOON…and I am not a nurse, tho’ with all the care I have had to do just in my own immediate family, I just as well have been. I do have a nurse friend I can call up and ask questions however…so at least that. It is not fun getting older…for us, or our beloved dogs!!
I hope Spike will have many more good days!! I am sure you will do all you can to make his life as easy and good as it can be. He obviously has been a happy little dog with you…what more can a dog ask for? I think they, like humans, can go on quite a few years with good and bad days…
Hi, Elizabeth,
You and your husband are having a rough time of it. I’m glad he has this surgery behind him, for both your sakes. These tough post-op days will pass.
I know what you mean about not being a nurse. One either is or isn’t. I’m with you… I don’t think of the right thing to do at the time it’s needed. Being a good nurse is a gift. You do the best you can, right? I wish you both better days.
And thanks for the good wish for Spike!
Thanks Sue…all we can do is our best, every day. I try. And hope and pray for the best. We have our good and bad days too. Our last dog probably had at least 4 years of good and bad days…and the 14 yr. old dog we had with her, about the same. Some days they rested and did not eat or play…other days seemed like pups again…I would think Spike could do the same too.
I’m thankful that Spike has a good appetite. Your words are reassuring.
I am glad you are not putting him out for teeth cleaning. Also, that lump may not ever get to where it will have to be taken off…even if unsightly. My husband’s dad’s dog has a huge one there…took it off, and it came back…now about the size of a small cantaloupe…but it does not stop her from eating and going poo…so they leave it alone. She looks badly in that view…but seem not to bothered. Spike may also not have to have his removed.
I hear what you’re saying, Elizabeth. Spike seems to do his business with no trouble, so why put him through anesthesia and all the rest. Like you say, it could come right back.
I just love WY from what you have shared with us. My heart was just breaking for poor Spike. You made my day when you shared him coming down to the water with you and Bridg. Our pets are so important to us. Our Boston, Harley is terrified of storms. Now even if it is just raining with no thunder, he is just trembling. I had him in my lap this morning. Breaks my heart. I am praying for good news on Spikey tomorrow. Have a great Sunday!!
Hi, Jolene,
Spike made MY day when he came down the lane to the beach. I was very relieved to see him perky again.
Poor Harley! I wonder why some dogs are terrified of storms. And Harley trembles when it’s only rain?
Thank you for your prayers for Spike’s lab results. I’m happy to hear you are enjoying our time in Wyoming.
Harley is very smart as most Bostons are. He has learned to associate rain with thunder and lightning. So even when it isn’t and is just raining, it scares him. Harley never used to be this way.
Last year when we were camping around the 4th of July, we had some idiots in the campground we were camping at setting off fireworks and a few of them hit the camper. Ever since then he has been terrified.
I don’t know what some people are thinking when they do things like that. Oh yes I do, they don’t think at all, they just act and have a great time at other’s expense!
It’s maddening to be affected by the stupidity, lack of consideration, and childishness of others. That’s why I prefer to camp alone. Too many idiots in the general population. The odds of one being next door are too high. Even when boondocking by oneself, they sometimes come near.
Hugs to Harley!
The older I get Sue the more I am feeling that way about people also. I am not the introverted type that you are and can talk to anyone but I sure don’t mind being with less people rather than more for this very reason!!
Hi Sue,
Don’t know, if anybody else has recommended it yet. Check out DGP for dogs (stands for Dog Gone Pain). It’s available through your vet, but also through Amazon. It helps Max a lot. I don’t have it in front of me, but I think it’s basically an herbal mixture coantaining curcumin. I feel for you, I’m watching Max going down hill. He is such a big dog and they don’t seem to live as long as smaller dogs.
Hugs,
Ilse
Hi, Ilse,
I’ll try to remember to mention that to the vet. I’m going to google it, too, to find out if a prescription is needed. I have some leftover pain pills from Bridget’s injury that I give Spike on rare occasions. An herbal mixture would be good to have available.
I don’t know how people cope with the short life spans of big dogs. I wouldn’t be able to go through the loss so soon. Enjoy your Max… Every day is precious, as you know. Gee, sorry this post is so depressiing!!
Maybe our paths will cross again this winter. Remember to wear a name tag when you go to the laundromat. 😉
So sorry Spike is not his feeling his best..it is so hard to watch a loved drift struggle…Im in that same place now with my own Mom..she will be 90 in a couple months its so hard for her to do what she has to do every day, of course I help that’s why I live here!!I agree with your insight its not a good time for Spike to undergo surgery…let it wait, get him a good bone for his teeth and as long as the fatty tumor don’t bother him let it go…
Have a safe Sunday night!
Hi, Sondra,
I’ve been wavering about putting Spike through surgery and when I read Sue (Alabama)’s comment, she helped me come to a decision. I won’t schedule surgery for Spike.
You are a good daughter. Your mother is blessed to have you near. I send good wishes to both of you!
Hi Sue:
I’m usually just a lurker. I just wanted to take a quick minute to say today that I love reading about your travels with the crew. My crew consists of a sheltie & a pomeranian & a kind sweet husband. It is SO hard to watch our pets slow down with age. What adventures Spike & Bridget have had with you! More than they ever imagined possible, I’d think. Just sending you our best today and always.
Hi, Melinda,
Welcome to my blog! Your crew sounds adorable — the sheltie and the pomeranian, that is, although I suppose you think hubby is adorable, too. Haha!
When I scroll over the photos I’ve taken over the past 3 years, many of them including Spike and Bridget in beautiful places all over the West, I marvel at the adventures my two, formerly back-yard dogs have experienced.
Thanks for dropping in and introducing yourself. I appreciate you telling me you love my blog.
Hi again Sue, me again. So sorry Spike is feeling down, but I hope he still has some time and joy left in him. My first cat Butch at 17 was pretty much eaten up with cancer in his stomach. He fought it bravely without any fuss but one day he came and laid on my chest and gave me a look that I knew meant he was tired of fighting. I took him to the vet and he passed in my arms knowing he was loved, all he ever wanted was to be with me.
But then last week, Cleo, my SPCA rescue kitty. You know the one that took 2 months to come out of the RV. Well after 13 years of trying to get her to lay on my lap and failing, she just came up and jumped on the chair arm and then got on my lap. I was dumbfounded and and gave her a kitty squealing hug. Now she does it all the time.
Again, I hope Spike has many hikes ans soaks left in him.
Wishing you and yours much happiness and joy.
Hi, Alan,
Thirteen years? Wow, that’s one cautious kitty! I wonder what brought about the change. I bet now she loves all the affection you lavish on her. Rescue pets have a spirit of gratitude.
Your Butch was very fortunate to have a loving and perceptive caretaker. I’m sure that was a difficult day for you, even though it was the right thing to do.
Thank you for that uplifting wish for our happiness, Alan. I send the same to you and yours!
Hey there Spike, just wanted to say how glad I am that you are having a better day today. I adore you from afar, and hope that you have many more good days.
And if you happen to be having a rough day there is no shame in finding a shady spot and taking a break. Sue and Bridget will take it easy with you. And then you’ll be off on another adventure before you know it.
We love you Spike.
Hi, Teri,
On behalf of the Spikester, thank you! As a matter of fact, he’s under the BLT right now enjoying the shade and the cool earth under his belly. I appreciate the sweet message toward my favorite boy.
Sue,
I feel your pain, we had trouble with Rambo our yorkie this summer. Days before leaving on vacation we had to take him to the emergency vet hospital one night. Long story short he has congestive heart and kidney failure. They gave him a steroid shot, some new medications, and we brought him home with an oxygen bottle. He seemed to come around but was not eating very good. We were not ready to let him go and knew he would not make it if we went on vacation without him. He has been on every vacation with us since he was a pup. Three days in, while at Red Wood National park in Ca. he was almost to weak to stand. We finally got him to eat a few bites of baby food on the suggestion of a Face Book friend. He started to get stronger and eat a little more each day. We were gone for almost three weeks. By the end of vacation he was going on short walks. That was in May, he still has down days but most of the time he is back to his normal self announcing guests and jumping up and down at the sound of car keys. We were not sure what we were going to do with him if something happened while we were gone. Next summers vacation will be closer to home. Rocky Mountain National Park, just one days drive in case we need to make a quick trip home.
Mark,
Hi, Mark,
That’s a remarkable story! What a good thing you did, not leaving Rambo behind, giving him special attention and care, nursing him back to health… I am very happy for you!
What a trying time for you though. I gotta’ hand it to ol’ Rambo — he’s one heckuva RVer!
Thanks for telling us. Rambo gives hope to anyone with an ailing pet. I wish him well with many happy days ahead to enjoy with those who love him.
Thanks Sue, I have to give the credit to my wife. She spoon fed and carried him on most of our outings.
I hope Spike continues to improve. He may need a little special attention. We sure do get attached to our fur kids.
P.S. Last year was the first time I had seen Rambo lay down in the streams, just like Spike. He would lay there with his eyes half closed like it felt so good. Made me want to try it myself. lol
Mark,
I’ve felt the same way, too. Our dogs can teach us a lot.
Ahhh, Spike, I hope you get better soon, bud. ,,,,,,,Timber ….,,,,,,Uh? Oh just a saying hi to Spike. ,,,,ah my Human wants in on this conversion ,,,,,,,, Hey Sue, Timber let me have the key board , will ya, go get yer new bone,,,,,,,Ok I’m back Sue , Your camera seems to be working, those are nice photos of the rabbit bushes and the great open land your in. Don’t cry , things and Spike will get better, and soon you’ll be in another great spot. ,,,,,,,,No I’m not done yet, Timber, What,,,, ok I’ll ask. Sue, Timber is asking, have you seen any “Tah-Tonka’s yet? ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
You, two sillies! Hi, Timber! Hi, Rusty!
I’m over my sadness. Spike is having a good day, the sun is shining, and we’re living the life of our dreams. No point in being sad.
I bet the two of you are enjoying the air conditioning during your Arizona summertime!
You betcha Sue, It is set at 78 and comes on automatically . When I go to check the mail or do some shopping or to the VA, he gets the auto Ac while I’m gone and after driving the truck with “no” AC, it’s nice to get back to a cool house. Ya ,,,we like to spark up your day,,,,some how ,,,young lady ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Sue, Timber want’s to know if you have seen any Buffalo, ( “Tah-Tonka’s), yet. ,,,
Nope, not yet!
Have my heart in my throat for you and Spikey and Bridgette. Hang in there!
Thanks, Applegirl. We’re having a good day, all three of us! Hope you are, too.
I’m glad Spike is having a good day and hope he has many many more. I had to put my 15 year old rescue kitty, Patches, to sleep last January when his suffering became too much for him to bear. I think I am finally ready to consider another rescue but at 67 I can’t help but wonder if it would be fair to adopt something that may outlive me. Should I or shouldn’t I? Maybe I should just wait and see if a stray shows up on my doorstep. I’ll take that as a sign from God that I should adopt it.
I double dare you to take a trip to your local no kill animal adoption facility. If you do you are a very brave lady. All those little doggies and kitties looking at you with a please take me home look.
Or do as I did… Go to a kill facility. Then you don’t have any concern about whether you were fair or not. You saved a life. That’s how I got Spike and Bridget. I realize, however, it’s not something everyone can do.
I say go for it, Cherie. (Not that it’s any of my business.) You may have another 20+ years to shower love on a pet.
Cherie, I say go for it with another pet. You are still young and they say pets are so good for us. If it makes you feel better make an arrangement with someone about taking care of it in case something happens to you.
Cheri, I work with an animal shelter and we have many older animals who need homes. There are cats 5 yrs and up with lots of life and energy left who make wonderful pets. Sometimes a senior will have to relinquish due to going into a long term care residence so often we like to place them in a quiet home with another senior. We just had a 10 yr old dog who spent many months with us and she just went to her forever home. Staff was so happy for her. Hope you will consider a mature shelter cat. 🙂
Excellent idea, Val R.
Thanks everyone. I’m pretty sure I’ll be getting another cat from the shelter one day soon.
Sue, soon the weather down here will be the kind you like and equally important, good weather for the little fellas arthritis. Remember, Nuestra casa es su casa…
Nice of you to invite us, Jim. We’re following the sun and it will eventually lead us to Arizona again. 🙂
Hi Sue!
Hi, Idaho Gurl!
Hi Sue! I have followed you from the beginning or rather read every word for the last two months starting from the beginning. I love your writing style. I have tried to comment several times but it doesn’t seem to post so I tried a shorter name and that is where the Hi Sue previous test post came in as I have lost several longer ones : ) You made me cry again with this one… I have been a dog lover since day one. My one and only brother was a Dachshund named Jigger and that was 58 years ago. I have always had a dog by my side and they have always been rescues and pound hounds. Thank you so much for sharing your lives with me. I look forward to each and every adventure with you three. You are such an inspiration to me as I can’t wait to get on the road myself. May the creator cradle your little family in his(her) hands and protect you and keep you safe. Me and my little doggies send you lots of love and blessings over the miles and are always in our prayers… Rootie-Tootie, P-Nut, Tinky-Winky (the dogs) and “Handsome” the cat send their love too! They are big fans of the adventure… We have all grown to love RV Sue and Her Canine Crew!
You have me laughing at your delightful message, Idaho Gurl. I love the names of your canine/feline crew!
I’m sorry you had difficulty making a comment appear. Certain words do make my spam filter spring into action. I often have over 700 spams in one day (the number jumped once I opened a gmail account!) and so it’s not reasonable for me to sort through them for legit comments.
I’ve always had a dog in my life, too, ever since early childhood. I can’t imagine living without one or two. Good for you for choosing rescues and pound dogs. I happen to think they’re the best of all! But what do I know… I’ve never had any other kind. 🙂
What a sweet message for me and the crew. Thank you for reading all of my blog, and for the blessings, love, and prayers. We send the same to you and your household. Best wishes for your plans to “get on the road!”
WOW!! My first reply from RV Sue! My heart is jumping with joy! You aren’t a figment of my imagination. lol… I actually dream about your adventures. Which I hope shortly will be my adventures. I am struggling (BIG TIME) with the purging process and the being scared of starting a whole new life (at 58)… Any good advice for one who is getting ready to throw caution to the wind? Now that you are an old pro, do you miss anything or have any regrets? I know the positives, as you write them and photograph them so beautifully… That is what keeps my hope alive…
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It may seem hard to believe… No, no regrets. Not a single one! Sometimes I think, gee, I wish I’d started earlier, but then I realize it wouldn’t have worked. I wouldn’t have had social security and my pension. I had to wait until the time was right. I can honestly say, for me, this way of life has been more wonderful than I was able to imagine. It exceeds by far any dreams I had. I wish the same for you, Idaho Gurl.
Oops! I forgot to answer your question about good advice… I don’t know what to add other than what is sprinkled throughout my blog posts. I suppose the most essential ones… Choose your rig carefully. Have a realistic goal. If money is tight, save, save, save, sacrifice and save until you can set yourself up with what you need.
Hi all. I woke up this am and, for the first time in a long time, thought ‘I feel good’. No nausea. My heart rate is down in normal levels, but of course it is in a-fib time. I thought my nausea was gone but it is back this afternoon, and I am sitting on the commode trying to make a movement, in the hopes that would help. I have an infernal beep screaming in my hear trying to alert someone of something.
As of now, I will receive the TEE tomorrow morning and once they have satisfied themselves I had no blood clots, then they will attempt electric shock to reset the rhythm. If it doesn’t work, don’t know what the plan is. Sounds like I can expect to be here till Tuesday or Wednesday. Chloe is in a kennel.
Wish I had something more fun to report. Thanks for being patient through my drama. Love and hugs
Still keeping you in mind and prayer, and hoping for the best, Ginger!! Rest as well as you can!!
Hey Ginger,thanks for getting back to us,after last night’s message I answered you and kept checking and was really happy to see your name here now!Chloe safely getting taken care of is a relief.Waking up thinking “I feel good” must have been ,too.
A close friend of mine had that shock/reset done over 12 years ago and never had another problem with her heart since.And, Ginger ,you’re twice as tough as she is!Hope you get comfortable again soon.I’ll keep looking for you here.
Hi again, Ginger…
I, too, appreciate you sending us updates. I don’t have the knowledge/experience personally or through friends to know what you are going through. I found comfort in weather’s message and hope you do, too. You may not feel tough right now, but you ARE tough!
I don’t know why I feel this way, but I have an intuition that your trials and tribulations playing out on my blog are helping or will help others in an important way. You don’t have to give us happy-happy reports. We appreciate your frank reports because we sincerely care about you.
As for Chloe, I know you must hate being away from her and having her in a kennel. She will be fine and your reunion will be all the sweeter.
Desert Ginger,
You and your sweet Chloe are in my thoughts. I’m wishing you a comfortable night and a better day tomorrow.
Marilu
Good to hear Spike had a better end to the day:) Hope tomorrow is a better day for him.
Thanks. Tomorrow is today and he did have a much better day.
Poor darling Spike…………..and I know you can’t stand another comment to bring back your sadness for him. Just know that all your readers feel just what you are…….having probably all been there at certain times and its oh so hard. It’s not fair that there time is so short with us……………oh of course he is not there yet, I am being morbid. Unnecessary! You know I am a nurse and I cry more for the animals that suffer, far more for them than the people I care for in their final days …..even when my own folk passed I cried more for the fur baby that have been and gone for my life. Yes I am sad for you, but looking back I know in your mind you are celebrating one great little dogs life and wanting only what is best for him.
By the way………..I think Wyoming is now on my bucket list along with Utah! All those open skies and clouds, open space………….to ride my horse in such a place would be a dream!!
Hi, Glenda,
I understand your emotions being stronger for your animals than for the people you care for. It’s only the animals who love unconditionally and to whom we can open ourselves without fear of betrayal, criticism, disappointment, and all the rest.
Isn’t Wyoming grand! Everything is super-sized, even the dogs! You think I’m kidding? I’m not. When I was in the vet’s office, a guy came in with a German Shepherd that was trim and muscular, but the dog was HUGE. Then a woman comes in with an enormous black lab, not fat, just BIG. I couldn’t help but remark, “Gee, I’m passing through this state. You sure do grow big dogs. They’re almost as big as horses!” She laughed.
I thought the same thing as you about riding a horse as I drove across the sage plain and up the winding road to Scab Creek. The mountains are gently sloped around there. I saw those people with their horses and couldn’t help but feel wistful. It must be marvelous to move through such a place — the air is so cool at that elevation — with a trusted horse beneath you.
When my husband and I were deciding whether to move to WY, MT or CO we almost chose WY and quickly learned there were people with horses everywhere. Is it requirement to have a horse in WY? There are many good looking horses in this beautiful state.
I don’t know, R. I’m curious to know what the per capita ownership of horses is in Wyoming, as compared to Montana and Colorado.
I remember that one of the earliest novels I read as a child was about a girl and her horse in Wyoming…………..if probably started my lifelong love of horses I think!
It probably did, Glenda. The power of the written word . . .
Howdy, Clint,Vern,horses and great-grandsons!Nice ta meet ‘cha in Sue’s story.Wow,finding a new crick on your own and getting to explore and name the campgrounds around it-your family sounds like you know how to enjoy the country.No wonder you’re friends of Sue and her crew.
Sorry for not saying “Hello” earlier.Guess you know ,with cameras being such a big deal around here,we’re used to pictures .It took a while for me to picture you clear ‘nuf to see I didn’t have to be shy around you.Hope your storyland world stays full of adventures and don’t worry about any of us either!You know sores,scabs and love stories are just parts of the ride…. 🙂
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Glad to hear Spike is doing well for now, I read the comment in the comments, lol.. Waiting with baited breath for the vet report.
Now…..I love the naming of Scab Creek story
Have you ever read Baxter Black’s stories? Your writing style reminds me of him, he is a hoot…and so are you!
Just remember to never drink downstream from the herd!
Hi, Lee J.,
No, I never heard of Baxter Black. I’ll take a look on Amazon and read a sample of his writing.
I’ll try to give a report tomorrow on Spike’s blood work results.
Well nowadays, it’s not good to drink upstream from the herd either!
Thanks for the good feedback on Clint and Vern. 🙂
Sue, You need to listen to Baxter Black. His voice tells half the story.
Mark
Hmm… How can I do that though without buying a pricey audio book?
Youtube for Baxter Black!
Really? He’s on Youtube? I’ll go look!
Tissues on the range will crack you up, especially after that dweeb left tp on the beach.
You are such a gifted storyteller that your taking note an of the signposts of life and your honest heartfelt reaction to them brought tears to my eyes as well. But please don’t apologize for that.
In that brief moment of my remembered grief it was as if my loved ones were with me again. Not just the pain that will always come from letting go when you let any creature into your heart But just as quickly I was taken to all those warm sunny days that we shared, the trails we ran down together and the hugs and kisses that showed our love.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
So glad to hear that Spike is doing better, perched in his spot under the BLT and you all seem to be back livin’ the dream. Tough as he is, and tough as you are, you both had a hard week. Always know that you are loved.
P.S. and just one mans opinion but I wouldn’t sweat the camera choice too much. All of the models you are looking at are nicer than anything that was made even a few years ago. With your skill and the fact that you love what you are doing you will do great with whatever you decide. No matter what you end up with it will be the BLC.
I forgot to respond to your comment about the camera. I needed to have someone say that to me. I’m going nuts trying to decide and it’s a lot of unnecessary fussing around.
You’re welcome, BadgerRick, and thank you for that beautiful message… There does come a time after grief when the sunny remembrances outshine the dark days of parting.
I am touched by your sincerity.
Yeah, the ol’ Spikester is fine. You should have seen him gobble up his favorite dish tonight…. ground beef and ground pork mixed together and lightly browned. Me? I had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
🙂 🙂 🙂
Wow, this post took me on a roller coaster ride of emotions.
I read, “Two cowboys sit in their saddles next to a creek after a long, hard ride.” Then looked at the photo right above it. Two cowboys? Hmm, wonder where they are. Even opened the photo in a new window and zoomed in. No cowboys. Is this a trick? Then I go back to the blog and read “the rest of the story.” I’m laughing at myself!
Then I read about Spike and your concern for him. My heart stopped and tears started flowing down. I remember the last days with my Bandit. I’d had him his whole life – 13 years – he was a lab mix, rescue dog. He started slowing down, having trouble walking, then I had to help him stand. Long story short – my boarding facility friend and mentor told me to think about his quality of life, and I realized that it was time to let him go. Saddest day of my life, but I knew (and know) I made the right decision. Treasure each day you have with your little guy, and your little diva princess. I know they, and you, brighten my day as I travel along with you.
Oh, Cari…. Talk about roller coaster of emotions. You did it to me! I was laughing at you searching for the two cowboys and then you tell me about your precious Bandit. Well, I guess I had it comin’….. 🙂
I’m sorry I caused the tears to flow. Thirteen years is a long, long time for a dog, and all that time he was cared for and loved. Bandit was a very lucky dog.
Don’t apologize – you are sharing your life experiences, and I enjoy and admire that. And mostly I remember the good times that Bandit and I shared during his long life. He was my first pet that I had just for me and he will always hold a special place in my heart. As I’m sure Spike and Miss Bridget do in yours.
I’m glad to read that he’s feeling better and enjoying his dinner!
Hi Sue and Crew. I pray that Spikey gets better. It’s really sad when they don’t feel good. Your pet also can feel when you’re not well and try to comfort you by just being there, that’s what my Coco does! Get well Spikey, more Mud Soaks to be taken!! Stay safe and Happy travels.
Thanks, GypsyPurl.
With all the dog talk, thought I would mention that when our daughter gets married in a couple of weeks, one of our granddaughters is going to read the following…called “All I Need to Know in Life I Learned from my Dog”.
Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joy ride.
Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy.
When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
Run, romp, and play daily.
Be loyal.
Never pretend to be something you’re not.
Eat with gusto and enthusiasm.
If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by and nuzzle them gently.
Thrive on affection and let people touch you – enjoy back rubs and pats on your neck.
When you leave your yard, make it an adventure.
Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
No matter how often you’re scolded, don’t pout – run right back and make friends.
Bond with your pack.
On cold nights, curl up in front of a crackling fire.
When you’re excited, speak up.
When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
If you stare at someone long enough, eventually you’ll get what you want.
Don’t go out without ID.
Leave room in your schedule for a good nap.
Always give people a friendly greeting.
If it’s not wet and sloppy, it’s not a real kiss.
Wonderful! May your daughter and son-in-law follow every line. 🙂
Love it!
Oh, I Love This!!
Oh Spikey, my heart aches for you too. Hang in there little man, I am working fast and hard to get a SPAW for you, complete with warm water too!
Nice pics Sue. Can spikey have a daily aspirin? I’ve heard of others giving their older dogs a 81 mg aspirin, the little orange Bayer that dissolve real quick.
Today, oh I made another quickie trip to Scottsbluff, I bet you can guess what store too! Hubby needed more water line and sewer line materials, and I needed more sheetrock.
Then, would you believe… as we were driving along, dear hubby and I both, at the same time, GASPED and said “LOOK THERE”. We both instantly spotted what appeared to be a modular building with a sign, PRICED RIGHT TO MOVE.
Can you guess our next thoughts… hehehe, boy that’s perfect to get the Snack Shack started in, it has a bathroom and is in nice condition too. Humm, I tell hubby… You know this would be a piece of cake to doll up into a Snack Shack!!!! Yep, he responds.
First thing in the morning, I’ll be on the phone.
We rushed back to the park, talk to a buddy that was here doing some work for us, and I asked if he would move it and set it for us, and he said FOR FOOD I will. He’s got a deal.
Keeping fingers crossed, we may get opened in September after all. HOT DIGGY DOG!
That’s great news about the possible building for your Snack Shack, Kay. I always believe that there are no coincidences – just God acting anonymously. Your parks seems to be coming together quite nicely, and I look forward to visiting some day! Texas isn’t that far away! 🙂
Hi, Kay,
Wow! Is everything falling into place or what? I hope you get that deal on the modular building. You and hubby are really attacking this project! The energy and enthusiasm… every day… day after day… well, I’m in awe!
I bet you are a fantastic cook, especially upon hearing people will work for your food. I’ve never had anyone want my food that badly. Haha!
Thanks for the mention of the aspirin. I knew that and somehow it slipped my mind. I’ll mention it tomorrow when I talk with the vet. My main concern would be the effect of daily doses. Anything to help him with this damn arthritis!
I appreciate the updates. Good to hear your spate of accidents has ended. Take care… It will get done when it gets done!
OK. I said I wouldn’t post. But, I won’t let that get in the way of telling you that your sadness is felt. Good God. The firm, cool embrace of the top of a steering wheel when our hearts are wrenched by fact.
Love to you, Sue.
You are in my prayers.
Diann
Thanks, Diann. I had a feeling you’d drop in again soon. 🙂
Hi Sue! I’ve been following your blog and haven’t had anything intelligent to say (not surprising), so I’ve been lurking. I’m glad that Spike seems to be on an upswing and I hope that it continues.
When I read about the steering episode, I could totally relate. My episodes have not been on a steering wheel but I know exactly how you feel.
I never wanted another dog or cat because I get so attached to them. We had two orange tabby cats that adopted us when my kids were young. I gave them away to the neighbors and but the cats wouldn’t leave. They kept coming back to us. I’ve always been more of a dog person, or so I thought, because of my allergies to cats and I just didn’t care for cats after they were out of the kitten stage. After having those two goofballs (who acted like dogs) for almost 18 years, (and yes, I fell in love with them), it was time for them to go to kitty heaven one by one. Scotty, then Jake, almost a year later. You would have thought that I was putting down one of my kids! I was a disaster!!! After that, I swore that I would never have another animal again. The goodbyes just hurt too much.
Then, years later, my grown son, Paul, got a puppy that I told him not to get due to responsibilities of a pet and his crazy work schedule. He didn’t tell me that he got the cutest and smartest little Italian Greyhound in the world and invited us to his house for a visit. When Clete and I got to his house, there were a couple dog toys on his front yard. I’m thinking, “Oh, no…he got a dog.” Then I saw the little guy, Diego, and it was love at first sight. As you know, Diego is ours now but only because we sort of hijacked him after babysitting him when my son was permanently transferred to San Francisco. This little guy has brought so much joy into our family and even to others who meet him. He’s very popular at the nursing home when we visit Clete’s mother with him in tow. There isn’t a day that goes by where he doesn’t make me laugh with his goofy smile (yes, he smiles) or his eaves dropping of my conversations with Clete. He is so nosy and he understands so much! We have to talk in code! I have had several “steering wheel” episodes just thinking about the day. I totally understand.
You must know that The Crew has a wonderful life that has been made possible by you. They don’t have a choice and probably don’t realize this, but they have been living life with no regrets. They have been more places than allot of the people I know and look at the fun of snooping around while they smell and pee on everything!
Take care! Love your blog!
Chris
Hi, Chris,
Since when is intelligence a requirement for posting!
I smiled all through your comment because I knew what was coming. The cats would win you over and, of course, I know Diego and have seen how much you love him. It seems like he was meant to be yours and Clete’s. The way you describe Diego — his eavesdropping — he sounds like a child.
So you’re not a cat person yet you have two for 18 years. Have you ever thought of taking an assertiveness training class? Just kidding . .. I’m happy you were the recipient of their love and they of yours.
Oh gosh… steering wheel moments. I know that’s not the last for me nor for you. All we can do is care for our special pals the best we know how and treasure every happy, goofy, tender moment with them.
Good to hear from you, Chris. Hello to Clete!
Thank you for the heartfelt comment.
Steering wheel moments. That just says it all. I’ve relived a few in reading this post, missing my pupster. But…this time I feel like I’m doing so in the company of friends who get it. It’s much nicer than past steering wheel moments wherein I was alone in the vehicle.
Cari… don’t feel too bad (or the rest of you-all can pity both of us ;)) — I, too scrolled back up looking for the two cowboys on horseback… 😀
I’m glad I wasn’t the only one looking for the cowboys! I’ve been playing several Facebook games that have hidden object searches, so I just automatically started looking.
Haha! You gotta’ watch out for my lightning fast transitions! Very often my photos don’t match my text. I throw in the pics to break up the reading. Makes it easier on the eyes . . .
What is it about sitting behind a steering wheel before one turns the key that brings on the emotions? I’m glad you have us, Pen.
Ok, now I’ve got a tear in my eyes while I type this. Time flies by so quickly and these little critters that own our hearts just don’t last long enough!! My oldest is 9 and I am sad that probably more of her life is behind us that what is left. I didn’t notice whether you got his blood test results back yet? My old girl was slowing down too much and we found out she needed thyroid meds. My little Gilly that passed away 10 years ago had congestive heart failure and was on Lasix for that last year of her life or she might have gone even sooner. Anyway, hope Spikey is with you for quite a while yet.
Hi, Linda Rose and the 4Ms,
I go tomorrow (Mon.) to pick up the results of the lab tests. In a way I’m hoping Spike has something that can be corrected… a minor thyroid problem that, when treated, will result in more energy and better overall health. Thanks for writing and sharing your experiences with your dogs as they aged.
Maybe I missed it, but are you going to WA and OR? I’ve been waiting for some banana snails, redwoods, ferry boat rides, and rocking’ and rollin’ rain storms!
Hi, Gayle,
Nope, we aren’t going to Washington or Oregon this year. I have been planning on that for next year, although Nebraska and the blogorino get-together is a long way from the coast!
Sue,
I’m so sorry you have to watch Spike slowing down but knowing you are such a loving mom to him you’ll do the right thing at the right time.
Our Grant is only 9 but it’s time for him to go. We know it and it will be next week. I’ve been crying for days. Seeing him so miserable and in pain to the point where he won’t eat is making the decision a tiny bit easier. His allergies prevent most treatment so he has been living on pain pills. Enjoy your time with Spike. We’re hoping for the best quality of life possible for him.
Juley
Oh, what an awful thing, Juley. I’m sorry — You must be a wreck. You’re doing the right thing for your beloved Grant. I wish you strength to get through the coming days.
Thanks for writing and for the wish for Spike.
Sue,
Your sadness brought tears to my eyes. I’m glad Spike’s better. You’re a good Mum to Spike and Brig. You provide a wonderful life for them.
Jane
Thanks, Jane. One thing’s for certain… the nutcakes eat better than a great deal of humanity.
Julie,
My heart goes out to you. As Sue said, may you have strength.
Jane
Dammit….I agree!! We’ve all come to love you and the crew. This is tough…may everyone bring you strength….especially Spike…you handsome little guy!!! Hang in there Sue, I’m feeling many more days of love and companionship!!! Xo
Hi, Cozygirl,
Yeah, Spike isn’t down for the count yet! He’s been begging me for some more supper even though I know his belly is full. He loves to eat! What a guy!
Thanks for the tender message toward me and the crew.
All of these comments have me thinking of the day when it will be time for our Oliver to go to that big doghouse in the sky. He’ll be ten in September, and while he does still run about from time to time, I can also see that he has slowed down some. I’m hopeful he has a number of good years left, because he will be the last dog I own. My wife reluctantly gave in five years ago and allowed me to get a dog. (I guess after 15 years of marriage she had held out as long as she could.) While she has come to love Oliver almost as much as I do, she has remained firm that we will not be replacing him when his time comes. So I’ll try to enjoy him as much as I can for as long as I can.
Hi, Walt,
I do wish many more happy years for Oliver. Gee, not even an itty bitty dog that doesn’t shed? (Okay, Sue, that’s none of your business!)
Yes, enjoy him while you can.
The shedding is just part of it. Another part is that I think she feels having a pet of any kind will keep us from being able to visit some of the places we want to go. (National parks, for instance, often don’t allow dogs in the parks or on the trails.) She had a cat when we married, which she later gave up for adoption. (We moved and couldn’t take the cat with us. Plus, I’m actually allergic to cats.)
I’m not much into itty bitty dogs myself, but if she should change her mind, I might consider one.
My drugs give me difficulty with behaving normally. Forgive me. I have been thinking about Spikester. I think Spike treasures walks. Maybe we should all chip in and get Spike a go-cart. In any case we should do whatever we can to make Spike happy.
Before my Daisy died, she had gone blind, and had trouble walking with her rear quarters. So I would wrap a sling around her to hold up her rear end, and off we would go. She still enjoyed walking so much. Where there’s a will….
Hi, Ginger,
Funny you should mention a go-cart for Spike. I’ve been thinking about a doggie stroller, only I don’t know how it would handle the rough ground we’re always camped on. Rarely do we have access to a sidewalk or paved area and I wonder if pushing a stroller on a gravel road would be too difficult for me and too much jostling for Spike. I’m really concerned that Bridget and I aren’t getting the exercise we once did.
That’s sweet of you to mention chipping in. It’s not necessary. That’s why I thank RVSue shoppers at the end of every post!
Would he be willing to ride in a small wagon?? Might handle bumps better than a stroller?
I don’t know if he’d stay in a wagon. Not enough enclosure and they are really bumpy rides. I’m wondering if a “dog jogging stroller” would be good on dirt/gravel roads:
Has Spike ever taken Glucosamine And Chondroitin for his arthritic symptoms? Or Rimadryl? I does really help. “Move Free” can be purchased over the counter and is safe for dogs. Always ask the vet first of course. Just a thought.
I didn’t see any improvement with the Glucosamine/Chondroitine. Rimadyl helps somewhat. I plan on asking about that.
Thanks, Toni. I’m going to take a look at “Move Free” to see what is in it.
Another thought – seeing that Spike likes the water, maybe short stints of swim therapy might help too. No impact on the joints but might promote muscle strength.
i was thinking of that…Im sure you have read Me & My Dog, the dog is Katie and she cant walk that far anymore but with the stroller, her “doggie mama” gets her walk in and Katie strolls when she has reached her walking limit for the day.
I know I am just relating everyone else’s sentiments concerning Spike, I feel what is in your heart…The years were spent having the best life this little guy could possibly have. Unconditional love freely given to you. How great that is. Hopefully Monday will bring good news and many more happy days together.
Only a good master knows when their dog’s needs are priority over anything else that may be on the agenda. I knew you would turn around and go back to your campsite. And at the end of the day the little smiling Spiky joining you and Bridge made that moment you saw him even more the special. I am smiling with you.
You and Crew Take Care
Thank you, Diane. I’m optimistic about tomorrow’s visit to the vet. Spike’s wound is healing well and he had a very good day today. I noticed he didn’t wag his tail at all yesterday and that bothered me. Tonight as I was preparing his favorite supper, that little tail was going back and forth . . . Made me laugh to see it!
Right this minute outside if you look up the super moon is just above the horizon over the lake making a glittering path on the wave tops to this place,Looking left the Pleiades shower is making a falling stars show and all around fireflies appear between plant fronds and treetops.Why do I think all that light is converging here now?Because Wednesday will be my birthday, and since it’ll be rainy then, I’m being given a jillion more times the candle light than any cake’s ever held early!There’s enough out there to hold wishes for everyone I can think of and I’m going out now to list them to the Maker of the moon at the party He’s giving me.
FANTASTIC, WEATHER! What a perfect birthday celebration for a wonderful woman. Enjoy your party, dear lady.
I went out to look at the moon. It is lovely tonight!
🙂 Oh,my!I really am enjoying it ever so !n’night
I’m smiling for you… 🙂
New, anyway new to commenting and not just reading/following 🙂 Love your blog Sue! Thank you for doing what you do!
I first must admit that I didn’t read all/any comments this time, for some reason. I think it had to do with your focus on the name “scab creek” lol I understand your feelings. I live in KY. and there is a special place here that I love and have been to many times… named Dog Slaughter Falls…why..I donno.
I want to thank you again for all your info, I’m 60 and I love boonies… 🙂 so thank you!
First time poster…lol
You’re welcome, db,
Welcome to my blog and to the comments section. It’s great to see you here!
I’m always curious about unusual names for places, wondering how the name was chosen. There are many lakes in this area besides Boulder Lake (which has many boulders)… Some of the names are easy to figure out their origin, such as Willow Lake and Fremont Lake . . One lake is called Mosquito Lake. Now I bet there aren’t mosquitoes at that lake all year ’round, but that’s the name it has. Not very inviting! Also Mud Lake and Muddy Creek.
Dog Slaughter Falls… horrible! Anyway . . . I put in the silly story about Scab Creek to balance the part about me being sad over Spike getting old. Judging from the comments, it didn’t help much. Haha!
Our German Shepard Hieka was with us over 15 years. My granddaughter was in diapers and Hieka adopted my granddaughter Kayla. When we put Kayla down for a nap, Hieka slept next to her. I still have pictures of them in the baby swimming pool together and in the sand box. Later when Kayla moved to Alaska, Hieka would literally lead me to the school a couple of blocks from here, look through the fence trying to spot Kayla among all the children in the play yard. Hieka died of old age, we had to carry her around, feed her soft foods, she couldn’t see but she knew where we were at all times. She died peacefully in her sleep on her favorite bed next to the arcadia door window. We mourn a year and adopted Ralphie who was abandon as a puppy (we think in the park across the street) and we adopted Chowder from Kayla when she moved to Alaska. We’ve had three Mickies (all German Shepards), one Muffin, one Lance, one Tater all who have gone to dog heave over the years. Yes, it’s sad to see them go and we cried buckets of tears for each one. We blogorinos are all sadden to hear about Spikey but we also know he is getting the best out of life and the best care.
Hi, Rita,
The devotion of dogs is incredible! It must have been tough for Hieka when Kayla disappeared. “Into each life some rain must fall”… even the lives of dogs, no matter how hard we try to make each day perfect for them.
How fortunate that Hieka had such wonderful care in her last days! You gave her a tender and loving goodbye.
Thanks for writing, Rita, to share the story of the comings and goings of the dogs in your family.
Spike had a hard week…an open gash..a day at the vet…where some strange person looked and probably probe at his bum…and no recent soaks!
Animals like people have good and bad days…..mentally and physically.
It’s sad to think ahead…..because as animal lovers we know that day will come! But in the mean time….damn it…get out that benchmark and plot the course!
No one knows the path ahead……..so drive that PTV like you stole it……and live your dash!
When you adopted Spike you lengthened his dash..he shows his gratitude with his eyes….you know the look.
Not to be mistaken for ….hmm don’t you think it’s time to get a rotisserie chicken look!
Hah!
Enjoy your evening!
Hi, Cinandjules,
Thanks for the wish. I did enjoy the evening. I hope you did, too.
I laughed at the part where you wrote about Spike, “he shows his gratitude with his eyes.” Spike is definitely a “what have you done for me lately” kind of guy! I get gratitude a few seconds after he’s done eating, but it passes quickly. Haha!
I’m not going around sad about Spike. There are moments, like I wrote about here, when I’m struck by the passage of time and the changes in my best boy. Many blogorinos love Spike and I want them to be aware that he’s reached the “twilight” of his life.
We’re back to living the dash! I let Spike take a soak yesterday, since he never gets his back wet, where his boo-boo is.
Will you be putting your property on the market soon? How big is AO now?
I think most of us here have hit our twighlight years! 🙂
Jules wants to keep it….we don’t need to sell it to buy another place.
AO is abou 40 lbs…tall but skinny.
Hi Sue,
How heartbreaking when the ‘kids’ get old before we do….
Just remember;
Tis better to have loved and lost that never to have loved at all
and
Better 1 month too soon than 1 day too late…
Also, a raw bone daily or more raw meaty bones/ raw diet will keep a dogs teeth pearly white. The ripping and tearing will release enzymes that make plaque and tartar go away or never form. Our dog Bella gets a raw beefback bone daily and I can attest her teeth are perfect.
xxx
jbk
Hi, Julie,
Nice to see you here! I agree with you about the effectiveness of raw bones in clearing up plaque or preventing it in the first place.
I admit I’ve had difficulty finding bones for the crew during the past month or so. All I’ve found are expensive “country” beef or pork ribs with lots of meat and fat on them. And I have to be careful about pork neck bones. Sometimes they’ve been cut with a butcher’s saw. This leaves sharp points which Bridget or Spike could easily swallow whole due to difficulty in gripping the small sections that neck bones break into.
Because of the inconsistent supply of bones I’ve added a supplement with calcium, vitamins, and minerals to their diet. I wish grocery stores were allowed to sell bones for dogs. Whenever I ask, I get the same reply, “We’re not allowed.”
I’d love to give Bridget and Spike a “raw beefback bone” daily like Bella gets!
Am I the only one shaking my head in disbelief? You poured out an emotional story about your concern for Spike that made my heart go out to you, and all a couple of people could do was revel in the fact that they were the first ones to post…with no acknowledgement nor compassion about the contents. Seriously? When did being the first to post become a coveted accomplishment that trumps a thoughtful response to the writer’s entry?
Arizona Eileen,
You must be a new reader to RVSue’s blog. Sue has a wonderful, supportive group of followers. If you took the time to look at past blog entries, you would see that the same “couple of people” are regular posters and that the coveted 1st to post position is all tongue in cheek. Compassion overflows between Sue and her blogerinos. Ever heard of “changing the subject” to get someone’s mind off of upsetting news?
Eileen . . .
I can see why you feel the way you do and I appreciate the kindness toward me that is behind what you wrote. However, as Denise explained very well, we’ve been playing the “I’m first!” game for quite a while. Usually the person who is first hasn’t read the post yet.
A good rule of thumb — Leave the “policing” up to the blogger. If I had found the first comments offensive they would have been deleted or I would’ve ripped into one of my classic scoldings.
I “know” AZ Jim and Angie2B. I have received plenty of compassion from both of them. If you scroll down from the top you will find an example of that in another comment from AZ Jim.
Thank you for caring enough to write your concerned comment, Eileen. No foul here! (Except maybe apologies are in order?)
And if Sue’s scolding don’t work….
I bless them! 😉
Well said Sue…
Good morning, Sue,
Thinking of you and the Crew. Good luck at the vet’s office today. Gracie pup and I send you, Spike and Bridget hugs! You all are loved.
Have a good day! 🙂
How kind of you, Denise. Good morning to you, too, and thanks.
Good morning Sue,
Coffee in hand outside just now,I realized that the prior vet visit had been early a.m. because of the nature of the procedures,so maybe you didn’t have to skip coffee time here today after all.Glad I checked in,It made me smile to see you’re on here!
Up so late last night because of the party(more precious than any other ),the troupe slept more than 2 hours later than usual today.Makes me laugh at what a child I am…- as I was up even later but was too excited to see morning light again to stay in bed.What ever shines,from snowflakes to summer’s plush coverings still pulls me to be near it like the rocks I always searched dirt roads for .
Glad everyone gets to have breakfast today .Is Spike ready?Is the appt. later?Hope the trip involves fun and good news of helpful information!
Good morning, weather,
Spike is eating his breakfast as I type this… Bridget, too. Spike isn’t physically involved in today’s appointment. The vet will talk to me about the lab results. I probably will take care of some errands in the late morning and visit the vet clinic in the afternoon. They are very busy during the morning.
I thought about you and the “super moon” last night. A super display for a super woman!
Thanks for the good hope. I’ll make a report this evening. Have a de-LIGHT-ful day!
Loved your last line!O.K. now that I’m through giggling.SERIOUS business.
About shiny rock collecting-my folks got me a doll carriage.I converted it to a box for rocks.Dirt roads are full of ruts,sand,thatches of whatever.The large wheels and springs made it easy to push in that environment without jostling my special “jewels”.
If you google baby carriage stock photos you’ll get the idea.On days when Bridget felt like sitting or Spike wanted to take it easy,they could ride alone or together and there’d be room underneath or inside for camera,water bottles,etc.leaving your hands free to push,the large wheels make it so easy it feels like the handle’s just a place to rest your hands as you walk.
These are available to me because of my involvement in the antiques community.Because they collapse when you push the release they’re easily transported or mailed .Should you want to try one one I’d happily send it as an earlyish b.day gift(mid.Sept. right?).Anyway,check out those photos,I’m pretty sure it’s a solution that would work and be fun
That’s a very thoughtful and generous offer, weather. Do you see the ad I placed under Elizabeth’s comment? It’s a dog stroller designed for two purposes: as a trailer behind a bike and as a jogger’s dog stroller. What do you think about it? I like that it has large wheels. There is another brand that includes shocks but the price is outrageous. At least this one is reasonable and the reviews say, for the most part, that the dogs enjoy it.
My hope is to be able to take long walks with the crew over rough paths and roads. When Spike can’t go any further, I’d pop him into the stroller. Of course, Bridget will want to get in there, too, so I’d have to make sure it’s big enough.
You were an “individual” from the start, converting your doll carriage into a rockhound cart. Cute!
Yes,I saw it.Looks a bit harder to balance,perhaps less fun for them in comparison to the “room with a view” feel I’d envisioned,especially during pauses for photos,”at rest ,not in motion” when no air would be cooling them .You know them!-and so can best discern what fits the bill.Let me know if you get a chance to see a picture .-gosh,this is fun!
I looked at the baby carriage stock photos. A baby carriage would be roomy. I don’t know if Bridget would jump out… she might.
The doggie jogger strollers can be unzipped, the top rolled back as well as the front and back, if I understand correctly. I like that the dogs can see out, even when lying down. I’ll probably take a chance and order one.
Thank you for your offer, weather. Gosh, I’m turning into quite a shopper. Whatever happened to “living on less?” LOL!
enjoying life more happened!Cool that the top rolls back,I’d missed that and that’s what my concern was.Good decision.
My first thought about the creek name was “what an unfortunate choice” and I think your explanation of the naming is probably about right – not to mention delightful :-))).
Can’t deny that Spike is slowing down with the passage of time, but sometimes my dogs have had a couple of low-energy, slow days following a trip to the vet just for tests. Especially if blood was drawn. Chances are this could be a temporary reaction. Hoping for good news from the vet!
Oh man! Good thing my kids won’t see that I used the wrong “your” in that comment!!! I’d never live it down :-)!
What mistake was that? Hey, kids! Mom doesn’t make mistakes because she’s Mom! 😉
Oh Sue, I’m sobbing with you. Watching our babies slow down is so hard. I had to put my 11 1/2 year old Wheaten to sleep in December with a brain tumor and it nearly killed me. Your dogs are so blessed to have so much quality time with you – how many dogs get that in their lives? And that is truly what dogs want – to be with their “pack” 24/7. Thank heavens for the Bridge – I am a believer in having staggered aged dogs. That way when one has to say goodbye, you have another to lavish love on. I will be praying for you and Spike.
Hi, Cindy,
I’m sorry my post brought up the sadness of parting with Wheaten. That must have been heart-breaking.
Your comment about the crew being blessed to be with me, 24/7, is true. I’ll try to remember that always. Yes, the staggered ages do help, although I’m concerned how the Bridge will cope without Spike.
I’m hoping the end times are a long way off and we have many more adventures to share with each other and with all the blogorinos. Thanks for writing, Cindy.
Today, is bum day. They sold the building hubby and I found 🙁 🙁 🙁
So back to the original plan…. we build one…. and keep looking just in case another such building happens to appear. ‘
Continuing with plans….. Electricians will arrive in the morning and start that project….
Still no word from cable or telephone…. da heck with them, we will just remove the boxes next this weekend, and I am pretty sure, SOMEONE close by will be calling and letting them know they lost their service. Do you think, just for a minute, that might spark them to come out? Hope so, we’ve waited a month now, can’t wait no more.
So, now, I await… for the concrete bids… nothing fast about those coming either…. ugh.
Guess I shall go paint – no better not do that as I am not exactly ready to do that yet either. I know, I will go eat scrambled eggs for energy….
Kay
Darn it, you didn’t get the building. Oh well . . .
Haven’t I seen warning signs about calling before digging so you don’t hit cable or telephone lines? Maybe that’s the power company… Sheesh. Well Kay, once you do something that inconveniences THEM, you’ll hear from them, for sure.
Taking a day off might be a good idea, Kay. At any rate, have a great day!
As a young military wife, I observed another military mom with a bunch of kids….you see our hubs were gone to sea and they decided not to pay us…not like we could just drive home (no bridge across the Pacific YET)….this mom knew what to to…let her kids run wild!! In a very short time, we were promised they would get their act together and the next day we could pick up our checks!! The mom said, “Ok, it better be…or I am packing a lunch and I and the kids will come stay here in your office while you do!!” No more prob!! One time a friend who was legally blind and whose rotten husband left her and the child without even food nor money…was given fits by the welfare dept. I told her…we can fix this, Sue (her name was Sue too)….we did! Took our 3 kids between us and told them they could play loudly just that one time!! It worked…they managed in about 15 minutes to get her taken care of properly. So my suggestion is Kay…if you don’t have any little noisy kids, or ones nearby you could “borrow”…take your dogs….and let them roam around. To these blokes office. Pack a lunch and bring it in…so you look serious…..HA!! Might work!!
When I read the comments following the previous post I quit before reading about Desert Ginger being kept at the hospital. I am so sorry to read how discouraged you sound. Afib is a serious issue. My 40 year old son has gotten the same diagnosis. I’m the one who freaked out at first. I had been hoping that it was a stress issue and that it would go away when he was less stressed. But he is handling it well. He is being more careful about his sodium intake. He cooks his own meals and has been baking his own bread. I hope things look less grim after they finally bring you some food. It is discouraging to have these things keep happening, but you have been so brave about all the others. I pray that you will have the strength to handle whatever comes. You are in my thoughts and I’m sure many others are also praying for you.
DESERT GINGER, THE ABOVE POST FROM PAT IS FOR YOU . . .
So I’m just trying to picture how this would work. Since the Doggiehut is designed to be pulled rather than pushed like a stroller would that make you the canine equivalent of the PTV?
Perhaps Mick could fashion you some kind of yoke?
J/K of course.
Hi, BadgerRick,
Not necessary for me to pull a rickshaw. 🙂 The doggie bike trailers convert for use when jogging, although I’d be walking, not jogging.
Hi Sue
Been following your journey since I started fulltiming a little over a year ago. Really enjoy your scouting out remote primitive sites and then doing a great job describing them. These are the kind of places I prefer to stay also.
Got a little lump in my throat reading this entry as I sit here at the beach with my 2 maltese, Sam ( 8 ) and Jenny (14). Jenny is still going pretty strong, but has trouble hearing me and has developed cataracts, and just can’t make the jump up onto the bed anymore. Have been through the last days ordeal more times than I care to remember, and, like you, am looking at going through it all again with my favorite little character of all time. Hang in there and just remember all the great times you’ve shared with Spike.
Safe travels
Bob
Hi, Bob,
Welcome to my blog! I see that you are presently in one of my favorite states — Washington. I read your recent blog post wherein you described how you cope with the innumerable inconsiderate behaviors going on around you in the campground. You have more tolerance than I have!
BTW, great blog!
I also saw your Sam and Jenny… adorable! I can see how my post about Spike aging would touch your heart. Thank you for your wish to me — I’ll reciprocate with the same . . . . Hang in there and remember the great times!
Nice to hear from you. I hope you will drop in again. Enjoy Washington!
Thanks for talking about Bob’s blog…and I went to read…enjoyed it Bob!! You do have lovely photos!!
Hi Elizabeth,
Thank you very much for your kind comment. My photography has been kind of sidelined during my long stay here at South Beach, but if you enjoy wildlife images, birds in particular, check out the eagles from the Hood Canal or the cranes from Bosque del Apache. Just click on the type of bird, or location, in the categories box on the right side of the blog.
Thanks again
Bob
I know exactly where you are coming from, Sue – I just had a scare with my Frejya. And all I could think in the vet’s office, was oh no, it can’t be that time yet. I’m just not ready. Fortunately it was something acute -a little intestinal bug – and she responded well to the antibiotics.
It must be so great for Spike that he is getting to have this grand adventure! No boring retirement for him! And it was good to see him come down to the water by the end of your post 🙂 Maybe it was all just a little too hot for him.
Hi, Dawn,
I’m happy for you and Frejya that it was something easily treated. I’ll be writing a post soon about Spike’s lab test results.
No pressure or anything. 🙂
Goodness, I was weeping there with you for Spike. I wish so much dogs had the same life expectancy as humans, since they’re our best friends…..no, family members really. I’ve made that request to God many times now.
I’m in love with Oregon and Portland! Right now, I’m staying at a new friend’s house in Scappoose for a short while before hitting the Oregon shore again (I think). We’re riding out a 100 degree day. I’ve not experienced that in the van, so, opted on the safe side with being in an air-conditioned house with the dog. Then it looks like this area has perfect temps from here on out (mid 70’s to 80’s) I feel right at home in Portland! I love the free-spirtedness and self-expression.
I’m wondering, at this point, if I’ll even make it back to the desert this winter! But, I do still have wander-lust and want to meet up with Bob and crew again. But, if I can “shorten” my yearly route, I may want to hang out in the Northwest longer. The Portland area has surprisingly mild temps most of the year, just some raininess for longer spells that I may escape by going to central CA. With a shorter route (for now), it’ll save on gas and the life of my van since I’m one to stay stationary for days at a time. We’ll see.
Hi, Gloria,
I was wondering about you yesterday. Thanks for dropping by. Sounds like you’ve fallen in love with the Portland area. I’ve talked with Portlanders and they have the same enthusiasm for the city as you reveal in your comment. I’m happy for you! I love Oregon and being near the beach… well, nothing wrong with that!
A plan for your yearly travels is emerging and one that is based on more than saving gas, but also on being in a place that suits you. Fantastic!
No, no, no! It is not time for Spike to go, as You and your blogorino’s would be heart broken. I will pray that he keeps plugging along. I said I’d never have another dog because the pain of losing them is too great. But, oh the joy of having them is beyond measure. What a dichotomy of life!
Don’t worry, Patti. Spikeroo has many more adventures ahead of him!