To add insult to injury, Toby is back to his old happy self. We seem to have found a good level of insulin to keep him going, and he is again delighting in creating the biggest, most disgusting and irreverent messes that he can in my home. I find myself daydreaming and fantasizing about not living like this, in this constant mess. How a dog can want to urinate where he sleeps and eats is beyond me. As soon as I put down a clean dog bed and turn my back, he has peed on it. I can't keep up...! I yearn to live in a clean house and be able to make good changes to the run down rooms I try to live in when he is no longer here to destroy them. I am far from materialistic, but current conditions are even hard for me to live in. Yet I love his little face, his happy tail that never stops wagging, and the fact that he is a dog with a very strong personality. THank GOD he is cute.
And it is St. Patrick's Day! My late Ma's favorite holiday. I have such mixed feelings about the Irish culture that I belong to (long stories involved, here) but have to remember my Mom and her Dad on this day of the Green Drink. As I am getting bad meds pumped through my liver today, I might not be able to participate in more than a tiny toast, but will have to make the time and space to do it for memory's sake. Hoping for some art time on the menu today as well, but that will depend on how the infusion goes. Sometimes I get really tired after it even though I was stuck in a chair for several hours.
I gave each of the birds a long, soaking spray bath this morning and they are all happily grooming themselves in the sunshine. At least some of my pets appreciate clean! Cheers.