Cowboy here. Our house remains full. Will probably be this way through the holiday season. It's ok; lots of good company, good food, a million moments to commit to memory.
We're currently at the beach, David's house. Mia bambina is in her glory; the imp loves the beach in cool weather. All of us perk up; animals are more energetic; food is plentiful, Sar eats. That is always good.
Bull is walking! Stairs remain a challenge for now. A cane has replaced crutches. The man is starting to look more like his old self. A member of his unit injured in the same conflict recently died of those injuries – set Bull back a bit. Didn't know the young man. My wife, who does not recognize organized religion of any kind asked me to light a candle for him; I did, paused to thank my Maker for the blessings we have.
Mia birbantella: Pulled a muscle in her calf. Couldn't dance, limps, cannot walk far on the beach. Not the best patient in the Pacific Northwest, not in the U.S. David made the mistake of grabbing the imp, tossed her onto his back, ran up/down the beach front teasing her that she was powerless to stop him.
Folks—say a prayer for David.
My wife is a kick boxer. David deposited her back on the deck after his run. Sar promptly kicked the retired marine under the chin – using her good leg – knocked David on his ass – fell on her own rump which remains sore, was rewarded by Glory with a carrot cake/cream cheese icing, currently plotting more revenge. Sar went to bed that night sore but satisfied; David went to bed, bruised under his chin plus a sore throat.
I sent my thanks heavenward that the imp loves me.
Rescued an English Bulldog – Sar named it Lola after another bulldog she knew. Animal has a monstrous under bite, snores, snorts, drools. It's wearing a pink bow so you know it's female. The Bulldog is the U.S. Marine mascot. Knowing that, Sar invited the local Marine dog handler to bring one of the bulldogs to the beach. They pride themselves on their dog training. "Tobias" came visiting, took a look at Lola, forgot all his training. We're gonna hear about that for months. While the K-9 trainer was muttering under his breath, Sar, Lola and Tobias had a twinkie orgy on the beach.
I sat in David's living room, drank wine with our Rott and Bullmastiff and ignored them.
Cowboy
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6 comments:
So wonderful for Bull to be walking! Sounds like A good time there!
Sounds like things are good where you are. Good for Bull and tell David to behave himself or he's going to be in need of David's old crutches.
I tell tell your lives are too full for blogging these days but it's wonderful every time you give us an update. We appreciate it.
Hope everyone stays well.
Hugs,
PK
Sounds like a happy time all around! Which is good you all need it! :)
Yay for Bull! I am so happy he is walking now. Sorry Sar pulled a calf muscle, and hopefully she is up and running soon. Thanks for the update.
Megan
Cowboy,
thanks for the update.
Good news about Bull.
Sar is still an absolute imp, which is why everybody loves her.
Love and warm hugs,
Paul aka (zealous voyeur)
And life goes on....Saying a prayer for all of you. Giving thanks again for blessings, and hoping the Big Man holds tight in his hands all those who grieve a loss. Thanks for the smile, Cowboy, keep taking care of that motley crew! And a big simper fi to that silly man who thinks he can out do an imp! The very idea!
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