So, the pain isn't quite the same burning campfire it was a few days ago, it's down to hot embers. But you know, I have melted beer bottles in some hot embers, so I'm not out of the woods with this ordeal yet. The one thing that the latest chiro said which made me so very sad is that I should not go for my daily (sanity saving) hike with sweet pea. (Wow, just typed bear bait and then had to delete it. She must be on my mind)
I've been taking sweet pea to this postage size park closer to our house and giving her short walks. It isn't the same for either of us. My girl needs her long walks too. I wish Evan was here to help out.
Since it's Saturday I have told Josh (this is me bargaining with the world's laziest teenager) that I am going to force him to walk with me for a brief walk at the normal woods and then he can get back into his pajamas and do what ever he wants for the rest of the day. Since we aren't in utopia, where I would rather be, with my camera and tripod (which I have concerns about carrying due to the frigging hip thing) I am having extra trouble finding my motivation. Also, I find that if I roll over in the morning and even touch my phone to see the time I get sucked into the phone vortex of time wasting and lose hours off of my morning. In the ideal world, I'd be awake, pain free and peppy and on my way to the park as the sun rises to get some quality work done!!
I am tempted to make a sunrise photoshoot in the woods my goal for tomorrow except for the small detail of coyotes. And skunks. I could always song my tripod around as a weapon in the case of an attack. Maybe today I'll stop by the camping store and see if they have any bear mace.
I am chicken.
But in my defense, this dude at the small park just told me yesterday that his dog chased TWO coyotes during an early morning walk at the woods I want to go to.
In other terrifying news, one of sweet pea's dog friends got spooked by another dog who was on the attack when she ran out of the woods, through the parking lot and across to the woods across the street. The owner couldn't find her and I hopped in my car to drive around and search for her for a couple of hours the other night. I was crying my eyes out, calling her name out the car window as I slowly rolled down the streets surrounding the park, praying nothing bad happened to this sweet dog. There were other good people doing the same thing and it made me so happy to know that so many people just cared. With no luck, I drove home and dreamed about searching for something all night long. In the morning the owner returned to the park and found his very dirty and very tired dog who was just fine. Gratitude. I was so relieved to hear the good news, I stood in my bedroom crying happiness tears as I re-texted it to other people who care.
My thoughts during the 10 hours that I was sick over the possibilities this dog might be a goner (in my defense a young German Shepherd had the same thing happen last year and he was found dead and partially eaten on someone's nearby lawn in the morning) were 90% praying for a good outcome and 10% me trying to convince myself that another tragedy would not be the end of me. (I really love this dog and the kid who owns her) I feel like I am 100% full on sucky things happening to me and everyone I am even remotely fond of. Back off universe! I need a breather. (inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)
If the same thing happened to sweet pea I am not sure I could leave the park until I found her. I'd have to sit there all night with a baseball bat (for protection against the coyotes) just incase she came back.
I'm not kidding.
Speaking of Evan (paragraph 2)... he says he is fine at school. He's happy, likes his classes, already has some people to hang out with that he knew before going there. The next big test for him will be getting good grades. Fingers crossed. Like I said before, my plate is full.
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