Let the dogs out and fed them, looked at all my Christmas cards and then changed into sweats - took two Advil and two Advil Cold/Sinus, got buried under all the covers I could find, said a prayer and slept for two hours hoping to sweat out whatever I have. Woke up feeling pretty good but I can tell I'm wearing down again. Will take more Advil and Advil Cold/Sinus and layer up for a good night's sleep tonight.
I tell people that Milly has issues going down the stairs from upstairs and I don't know if they really "get" that she has this issue EVERY TIME she goes down the stairs. I'm back to having to get Butler outside and then go back upstairs to put Milly's leash on her to prompt her to be led down the stairs - EVERY TIME she needs to go from upstairs to the main floor. I swear I speak the truth. I feel like Roy from Siegfried and Roy leading tigers around sometimes. We'll get to the landing without too much prompting but then to make the final trek down to the main floor can take a while - and I can hear Butler barking to be let back in because he's cold.
I'll finally get Milly down the last bunch of stairs to the main floor and lead her to the kitchen and then she stops dead in her tracks. I take the leash off and have to stand by the door to the basement (she needs to go down three steps to get to the back porch) and then out to the back yard. I have to go, "come on Milly, you need to go outside, go potty" over and over and over while she tentatively starts and stops to walk across the kitchen floor a gazillion times. It looks like she finally gets goosed somehow - maybe it's Mike or the Holy Spirit getting tired of watching this that gets Milly to dash across the kitchen floor. Then she has to be prompted to go down the three stairs to the back porch. I kid you not - each time she has to go outside.
There are times like tonight when my patience is worn thin immediately and I just want to grab her by her collar and toss her down the steps and out the door - but that wouldn't be very productive and would probably make her have more issues than she already has. Now she's at the bottom of the stairs making her very low, soft dolphin whiney noise letting me know she wants to come upstairs to join Butler and me for the night but low and behold - she's forgotten how to go up the stairs - surprise. So when I finish this blog I'll go down the stairs to pop her little (actually fairly large and muscular) behind and tell her, "go upstairs, go, go, go, go upstairs Milly" over and over and over again.......................... But for some strange reason I'd miss her if she wasn't around - now who has the issues - me or the dog :)
More Branson Christmas photos to enjoy - their nightly lighted Christmas parade they do twice each night.
