Last week while at the grocery store I thought I'd pick up the free tabs to see what was happening that weekend. So I got Juice, Datebook and something called 50ish or something like that. 50ish was mostly ads for senior living complexes in the metro and senior health insurance - wow. I checked out Juice and that was full of happenin' things for the youngin's. I think the oldest person to have their picture or quote in this tab was in their early 30's - wow. So on to the good, 'ole standby Datebook for the calendar section. There were a couple of interesting things going on but I didn't go to them.
This weekend was my annual Girls Weekend with four friends from Central College but I wasn't feeling well so I wasn't able to go - bummer. We've been doing this for over 20 years - meeting in Waterloo for eating, chatting, shopping, going to a movie, etc.
When I got home Friday Butler had fallen in the kitchen and I don't know how long he had laid there. I had put his little rubbery "shoes" on his back feet thinking that would help him get across the laminate floor better but I think he got across the floor too well and got himself into trouble - so no more shoes for him. But he didn't act himself and I was very close to taking him to the vet to put him down - and crying my eyes out the whole time. Then I decided to wait until Saturday morning to see how he was doing. My vet and I had talked about knowing when it was time and part of knowing when it was time would be seeing it in Butler's eyes. I'm such a nerd and got Butler up on the bed to sleep with me. I of course made sure he was comfortable and figured out how to curl myself up on the bed next to him, holding his paw. Needless-to-say I didn't get a lot of sleep because of my position.
Saturday morning Butler was doing better - eating all his food and lippity loping a little in the backyard - and of course letting me know that I was making him wait too long to bring him back into the house. Along with his "Jaws" personality coming out when I gave him the crust from my sandwich or potato chips. When he is Jaws I have to make sure all my fingers are still attached when he snaps his mouth down on the food I give him. And I found something he won't eat - carrots. I had a good heart-to-heart prayer with God about when it was time for Butler to basically die.
Check out this goofball from last week playing with his stuffing-free toy skunk and also rubbing his right ear. The skunk is up by his face. Another pic is below.
I didn't run my errands as early Saturday as I had planned so got to the library mid-afternoon and the sun was hitting this bunch of trees just right to make the red and the orange tree pop. The two pix below don't do the trees justice. I thought it was an interesting combination of color, one bare tree and the Weeping Willow, along with the green trees.
