Getting Back To The Routine

It has been a busy past several weeks, during which time I have been back and forth to South Texas to see my brother before he passed away and then seeing to funeral arrangements, arrangements for family to stay and set up Dog boarding for my dogs. In the middle of that, I had surgery and had to recover from that. 

I am back home, tired, missing my brother,  but feel at peace that I did my level best.

Picking up the dogs from being boarded yesterday was kind of funny. I envisioned that they would head straight for me, all wiggles and smiles. Instead, as the Vet tech brought all 5 out one at a time, they ignored me and headed straight for the door. They just wanted to go!

Once we got home, and they ran around the house and went outside to tell the neighbor dogs they were back, they settled into  greeting me. 

It didn't take them long to settle in. Bailey, my youngest Pom, was a little distant at first and Bow, my oldest and a Golden Retriever, just laid on the couch all afternoon. 

Later I realized Bow's already very arthritic hips and back legs were hurting so much that he couldn't  get around without dragging himself.  

I started his pain meds and he is doing better but now I am reminded that the day is coming soon when he won't be able to get up anymore. 

This morning the Poms whined at me to get up at 4:30, so we did and after the initial rush for the back door,  they settled down and I did my bible reading, daily plans, hauled the trash to the road and made hubby's lunch. 

Pepper, my canary, is singing now.

It's good to be home.