Reading to the dog

I was two books shy of my reading goal for the year. I decided to bring some books up to read to Molly while I kept her company until her mom got home from work.

Molly was not impressed with the book about Misty Copeland. She decided to try to lick the pages. I finished it anyway.

She was more interested in the book about Paul Robeson. I think, though, that she was more interested in showing me her new toy. At least she didn’t lick pages.

There are several programs available to kids who would like to improve their reading. One is reading to dogs. I love the idea of these programs, which is why I tried to read to Molly, figuring I’d take care of two things at once. I would hope that the dogs in the kids programs wouldn’t be as wiggly and excited to see people. The poor kids would be licked to clean and possibly tackled when they sat down.

I did finish my reading goal, despite the “help.” Now I’m thinking of the goal for 2020. I have a week to figure it out.

The Dog Doesn’t Die

The dog doesn’t die

The above linked article talks about a website you can visit to read books that are rewritten so that the dog doesn’t die in the end, like the originals. It covers books like Cujo, Old Yeller, and Where the Red Fern Grows.

I am not too sure about these books, since, at least in Old Yeller and Cujo, the dog’s death is a major part of the book. One of these days I’ll check out the rewrites, though. Maybe.

Ballot delivery

I got my ballot ready to drop off at the polling place Tuesday. I went upstairs to collect my daughter’s ballots to drop them off. I made the mistake of saying “I am going to walk them down to the drop off box.” I had the dog’s attention, since I said “walk.”

I normally am not the one walking Molly. She’s a big girl, right around 55 pounds. My first task was to get her harness on her. One foot in, aim the other foot in, and the first foot came out. It was a process. I was going to win. I eventually did.

Getting the leash on was the next task. Easily done, first try!

We opened the gate to go outside. We started down the street. Oh no. Pedestrian. Molly is very friendly. To the point of knocking people over. Thankfully, she’s very good at “sit.” I told the man walking that she’s very friendly, but a little overly enthusiastic and excited. She did not jump on him, but he was ready for her. I kept her as close to me as I could.

We continued our walk to the corner, and she sat while we looked for traffic. We took a turn toward the polling place. Molly hadn’t been on that block before. She had to sniff every smell and pee on the middle of the sidewalk. Great. I forgot we have the one dog who doesn’t like to do her business on grass.

We finally made it to the block where the drop box was. A dog was barking at Molly. She decided he was a friend and wanted to play. She didn’t like that I told her we weren’t stopping. The other dog was telling her the same thing.

We got to the address to do the drop off. There were at least four people inside. Great. Molly wanted to visit them all. Thankfully, the man outside was a dog person and was not offended by Molly’s greeting.

Eventually I managed to get the ballots into the box and Molly didn’t play bull in a china shop in the polling place. She tried hard, but didn’t succeed.

We walked home, and when we were a half block from home, I realized I didn’t have my keys. I’d have to take Molly inside through the garage, past the cats. That is never pleasant.

I phoned my daughter to find out if she was able to open the door. She was waiting outside with Doris, who had an injured foot, so she wasn’t able to walk with us. Molly and Doris greeted each other like they hadn’t seen each other in months. Molly was worn out from her walk, so it was calmer than usual.

My daughter asked how the walk was. It was an upper body workout for me. Cardiac workout for Molly. Double win. We will try it again, soon.


We went to see Anastasia on the stage. I took the train, as usual. On the way, I met a woman with an Irish setter. I was chit chatting with her and a tiny dog came down the street, but wouldn’t pass us because she was afraid of the Irish setter, who was perfectly behaved, but big. The small dog’s owner picked up her dog and walked past us, apologizing that her dog was a little nervous about the big dog.  Right after they passed, an Irish Wolfhound walked out of the vet’s office.  Holy Moly!  I’d never seen one up close, and I didn’t realize how large they were.  My train arrived and I went on my way to meet my friends.

We decided to have lunch first. We chose a restaurant on Mint Street, which is where the old mint was located.

The restaurant was wonderful!  Quiet.  Next door to a branch of the credit union where I had my first job.

We went to see the Robin Williams mural. I was a little disappointed to see that there was so much graffiti on it.

The show was good.  The first half was a little slow, and I didn’t feel that it needed to be a musical.  I had read too much about the true story of Anastasia so the fiction part of this was a tad hard on my brain.  The story was good, though.


Happy Independence Day

I had an appointment in the morning, and I didn’t allow enough time to get get ready, drive and check in. I went flying out of the house with just the bare essentials and put my shoes on in the car. I arrived with two minutes to spare. Woohoo!

When I got back home, inky informed me that it was nap time. I couldn’t really nap because I had a to-do list. I did a little of the list and then napped until it was time to go to catch the train. We were headed downtown to have dinner and go to a class on fireworks.

My wine glass had a cheat mark on it for the bartender.

A little Schoolhouse Rock to start us off. Then several sideways videos to show the different colors that elements burn.

Upcoming classes…

We called an uber to get us home, because the city fireworks were going, in the fog. We figured we’d get out of there before everyone else tried. They had closed the street we were on. Great. We ended up walking to the uber and taking a different route home, seeing all the illegal fireworks along the route.

The dogs weren’t happy when we got home, since they had put up with fireworks without us. They got to go on a car ride with my daughter who drove her friends home. They were much calmer by the time they got back home.

A late night for me who had to work the next morning. All is good, though. I’ll make it through the day. I hope everyone had a great Fourth!

Canine book critic

I put books on my wishlist, and occasionally my family orders them for me.  This one, Ask Again, Yes, was on my wishlist.  I thought it wasn’t coming out until August, so I was surprised to find that it had been partially eaten by Doris.  I guess she decided that it wasn’t worth reading?  I will still read it, since I found all the pages, I think.  Goodreads says that it is 400 pages, and there are only 390 in the book, but the last page is blue, and page 390 is the last page of the author thanking friends and family.  I may have to check the book out of the library after I finish it, to see what’s on those last ten pages.

Another emergency vet trip

Friday night, I was almost asleep when my daughter yelled down the stairs that Molly ate ibuprofen. We had her out the door and into the car after I called the vet. She was at the vet with vomiting induced within fifteen minutes. The vet couldn’t find any of the tablets, so Molly got a two night stay at the emergency vet.

The next morning, the vet called. Molly was good except for a slightly elevated liver test. They’ll test again at night. Kidneys are great so far. And, big surprise, she ate the activated charcoal with no problem. We have to bring the prescription over before dinner. They want us to visit.

We tracked down her prescription and brought it over and visited a while.

She smoked us out with some stinky gas. Worse than usual. They brought her back in after about an hour.

The vet called with an update. She’s got a little diarrhea and regurgitation, but is busy jumping on all the staff and has horribly stinky gas. We should be able to bring her home Sunday evening.

Sunday morning, the vet called again. Liver and kidney numbers are great. She is eating everything she can and the diarrhea is gone. She can come home after her next blood work at midnight. Then more blood work at the regular vet next week. So. We’re hopeful, but still nervous.