And the Hankie Dance
I am learning how titles draws blog readers. This may fare well. I have a theory that Blog readers are masochists. “Pain” will not have as much traffic as my blog “Sex with the Pope” but considerably more than “What I had for Lunch”.
This is not about MY pain. I have internet friends who are the cyber equivalent to Aunt Ethel with her long chronicle of ailments. The old bat will survive us all.
I charge a quarter to see my surgery scars and narrative is extra. I can hook you up with my pay pal account if you need that thirst quenched.
Dogs have individual approaches to pain. Just like the hoary snow flake, they are each unique.
We have cactus of all variety in New Mexico and something lethal to the unshod called a Goat Head. Goat heads are (plants and) seeds that have a sharp spike always pointing up. One can pierce the bottom of a flip flop or puncture a bicycle tire. They abound here in the fall and early winter.
That is a lot of words to explain dogs get thorns in their feet. 😉
This morning”Patches” got a good sized Cholla bundle in her nose. She beelined to me, planted herself at my feet, nose in the air stoically waiting for its removal. She didn’t flinch.
“Sadie” sighs and wanders off. She works on the problem solo. She firmly refuses assistance. Pull up a sitting rock and wait. She always manages.
The problem child is my own “Little Bear”. He tries the Sadie technique, despairs, and three legs to me holding the injured paw up pathetically. Tears well in his eyes. I flounder to the ground with my usual grace. I pet, coo, and reach for the paw. He hobbles away five feet. “DON’T TOUCH IT”! I crawl to my injured child and the sock hop repeats. I have worn through many blue jeans knees in this way…
Over the years I discovered an effective approach. I carry a pocket handkerchief. They work for the obvious but are handy in unexpected ways. I shake it open, and drape it over the patients head hiding his eyes. He does not object. He sits quietly waiting for the firing squad to shoot. Perhaps you know someone who cannot watch the needle when they get a shot? The barb is quickly pulled and he bursts into his joy bobble. The ears and tail go up and he does the Little Bear Hokey Pokie. Still bandanna hooded. Such is the hankie dance.
At least I am laughing while I try to regain my feet… 😉
Next week: Eating your own toenail clippings. A cure for protein deficiency?