In one week I turn 48. My new best friend, the mother of the little boy who lives next door, told my son she couldn't believe that was my age. She thought I was 10 years younger. Well, I am. On the inside.
For Christmas I got a digital camera. So watch out for pictures of Jake once I figure it out. Speaking of Jake, he had a fantastic Christmas. Turkey. Toys. Long walks every day. But on Saturday we noticed he wasn't eating as much. Then he started collapsing in a heap after every walk. Then this morning he didn't want to come out of his puppy crate to say good morning to me. Not like him at all. I did a bit of on-line sleuthing to try to figure out what was wrong. Nothing conclusive. He perked up a bit so we took him on our annual New Year's Day walk. He seemed OK, though he did sit down once or twice briefly. This boy normally never sits down. When we got home, I filled his Kong with some cheese. He ate it. I filled it again. He ate it. I gave him some bread, which he took greedily from my hand. Then I made some mashed potato and put it in his bowl. He didn't touch it. I put it in his Kong. Wouldn't even sniff it. Finally, I put some on a teaspoon. He licked it off. I put some more on. He licked that. But nothing else since. He did seem to come round and was more like Mad Jake for about half an hour. He's back to lying down, though he's complaining because I won't let him go out and dig up the garden again. I think I'll call the vet tomorrow regardless and see if I can get him an appointment.
We were pretty much Billy No-Mates over the Christmas/New Year period, which actually turned out to be a good thing. It meant we didn't catch all the bugs going around. We played games as a family. I fell asleep in front of the TV. Other than food shopping, I have gone to no stores whatsoever. Hubby and I have gone on long walks most days (except days I had to cook) and explored parts of our area we've never been to before. Still, I was a bit peeved at a couple of people who messed up my plans. I am a Capricorn. I don't like my plans to be messed up. Realising that people will always mess up my plans is one of my life lessons to learn, and it's a hard one. I try not to disappoint others, to do what I say I'm going to do, to be reliable and steadfast. Yet I seem to surround myself with others who aren't like that at all. There must be a reason.
Because I've been so remiss as a blogger, I'm going to write two posts today. The second will be more on the boyfriends.