My Wife

Cowboy here. Sar seems to forget that I can read the blog even when I'm out of the country. I'll be home next week so I'll catch up on all her mischief then.

I see the blog hasn't updated lately but I'll tell you what I know.

I call everyday, sometimes 2 or more times. Don't mind telling you I miss the imp. Nighttime is hard but being unable to look at her or touch her is damn hard too. Yeah I miss her teasing, cooking and more I won't discuss.

I asked if she was behaving. The imp declared that she's always been a saint. Uh huh. Sar spent some time out at David's house on the island - he's away at the moment. Brought all the dogs and cats plus the dog that was being fostered. She hosted a "sweet" lunch for lady friends. That means a lot of dessert and I don't know what else. From past experience I know they got into mischief but what actually happened I won't know until I get home. With a bit of luck, David's house is still standing. Hopefully it hasn't been painted pink. Sar's lady friends are prone to leaving man-sized lingerie for him hanging in full view plus other embarrassing items. Sar assures me that's to let him know everyone thinks of him while he's off doing "marine" things.

I think a swat is in order for that remark alone.

When I called a couple weeks back, the conversation started off with "I may as well tell you--" which means something occurred that I'm going to learn about regardless. I shook my head but asked what it was.

Unbelievably, Sar went to the doc without me dragging her there. That's momentous in itself. Apparently she's been getting occasional shooting pains down her leg. I was assured that it's not every day, just once in a while. A bit of discussion later I discover it mostly happens when she's gone to sleep. The doc says maybe sciatica. A body scan was inconclusive - no apparent disc problem so physical therapy is in order to alleviate the discomfort.

Yesterday's phone call - a bit of prompting on my part revealed that the imp has yet to see a physical therapist. Why not? I wanted to know. She's feeling better. Sitting, standing and walking are pain free.

Uh huh. I'll take care of that when I get home.

In the meantime the imp has prepared a bunch of my favorite meals and desserts, frozen until I'm home. She says I'm in for a few surprises. Would appreciate a prayer sent my way that none of those surprises bark, meow, fly, swim or are on the endangered species list.

Sar tells me the Siberian Husky has been adopted by a family with youngsters. According to the rules of adoption, they have a fenced yard, a vet lined up for checkups and the dog will live in the house. The family will attend obedience classes so they can learn the correct commands and continue the socialization of the animal. All in all, a good home. I'm damn proud of my imp. Sar's placed a lot of dogs over the years. The Husky and family will be back to visit us at our annual 4th of July picnic. All the dogs in the area that we've fostered that Sar trained/placed in new homes come for a reunion that weekend. Watching them rush to greet her, to be next to the woman who rescued them - a good day for animal rescue.

I'll be home in a few days.

Cowboy