I woke up at five this morning, which is not all that abnormal for me, though I could have used a few more winks this time, because my mom is scheduled for hip surgery at 7:30 and this will probably be a long day. Anyway, I woke up because Bernice, my Yorkie, was shivering and trying her fluffy-footed best to stand on my head–a smoke alarm in the hallway needed a new battery and it was beeping steadily to alert all and sundry to the fact. Maybe the shrill noise hurts little doggy ears, though Sadie-beagle never seems to care, but poor little Bernice freaks out whenever this happens. Usually, Mary Ann, the Trail Boss, or Larry, the Canadian Wrangler, do everything involving ladders but, as I said, it was only five o’clock and naturally they were still over at the bunkhouse.
I rustled up a new battery and tried standing on a chair first, but it turned out I was still too short on one end. 🙂 So I hunted up a step-ladder. All this time, Bernice was trembling visibly, not at all pleased that I’d put her down. Reassurances did no good. So it was bite-the-bullet-and-get-done. And I did it! Bernice took a while to recover but she’s snoozing away now. 🙂
I’ll be heading to the hospital around 8:30, since I want to be there when Mom gets out of surgery.
After all, she has always been there for me.
Thanks so much for all your good thoughts and prayers. They do make a difference.
