Kodak Moments

Almost anyone that knows me will remember I've always maintained a strong bond with a dog. Dogs stand by your side even as you walk through hell. Then when the dog passes you once again walk through a hell of grief. Been there, done that several times. No escaping the agony but it does heal...eventually.

My Saturday morning routine starts bright and early with a half hour meeting in a great group, then I go visit Dad in the facility. On the way I may stop at different grocery stores and pick up whatever items I need that are on sale. I plan the route the day before, sometimes I have no stops, others maybe 3 stops. That's neither here nor there.

Since I got Lucy I haven't been taking Bella, (the tiny Chi) with me but that is going to change. Lucy is a barker which annoys me so she gets to stay home. Last Saturday, I left for the meeting with Bella in my purse, afterwards when I went to see Dad I handed her to him. Dad who is content staring at the walls, not hearing anything (because he refuses to wear the hearing aides) or sleeping continuously held, stroked and talked to Bella for over twenty minutes WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE. Seeing my Dad smile was just the Bee's knees.

I guess Bella has a new duty, she has to work her adorableness to make Daddy smile once a week or more.

In college I did an essay on Pet Therapy, there is all kinds of reasons Pets are therapeutic on so many different levels of ailments. Some prisons have used prisoners to train therapy dogs and the positive results in the Prison Life grew as violence slowed down. So many positive stories, I learned so much when I wrote that essay.

Positive vibes to Louisiana and the northern pan handle, I hear a storms a coming, batten down the hatches.