Izzy The Wonder Dog.

Hi Folks, Izzy The Wonder Dog Here.
Mom is not well but she's working.

My mom and I do a lot during the day normally.
After my morning walk, I lay around until I get fed at 7a.
Then I take a nice 2-3 hour nap while Mom is at work.

I nap in my bed then I wake up and go back to sleep on the 1st landing of the stairs. I nap all over the house but this is my morning routine.
The bed and the 1st landing where mom put a sheet for some reason.
I think she thinks I'll stain the carpet or something. Doesn't matter to me, the sheet is cooler so I don't mind.

When I wake up I sit and shake my head so Mom knows I'm awake.
I jingle when I shake and that gets everyone's attention for me.
See I'm sitting here waiting for her after I shake.
She normally comes running if she isn't on that darn phone.
But she's moving slow, so I shook again and looked up there and waited.

When she comes down I take my stuffed animal and go outside on the patio.
She comes down and opens the back door for me. 
I walk from rug to rug. This new floor they put outside sure is slippery. I don't like it as they do. They have rugs and that helps me. Mom put a special rug by the garage door so I can sit and wait for Dad, it helps me a lot by being cooler. She says it looks funny there but she loves me and did it just for me. So I thanked her with lots of kisses.

Normally mom will take a quick break and sit with me for a bit.
Sometimes we have a tug of war with my toy and sometimes she just waters her plants and I sit and enjoy the sun on my face.  But lately, she just lets me out.
I miss her. She isn't playing as much and she lays down an awful lot lately.
I want her off that sofa or bed and to walk and play again. I miss her. Last night I showed her by being more affectionate than I ever have to them in 10.5 years. But something is wrong, I feel it and I want to make them feel better. I get more fun and treats when they are better.

Yesterday she walked me and she walked so slow. I kept looking back to make sure she was coming. She sort of bent down and rubbed me and said she was sorry.  I don't mind, I'm old and can walk slower for her. I walked right by her side and kept looking up at her to be sure she was okay. She is not acting like Mom so I will have to keep a close eye on her. 

We walked by the woods and she kept telling me to go here. I don't think she could walk much more. So for once I listened to her and went there. Then I watched her have a hard time picking up my deposit. But she did it and said, "Izzy I did it!"  I wagged my tail in excitement for her but gee what's the big deal? She does it all the time. Humans are funny like that.

It was pretty hot and I was tired of it all so I headed straight for home and Mom told me I was a good girl. I think she wanted to go home too.  
I got into the nice cool house and crawled into my bed. Pooping is exhausting and I needed another nap.  Mom said she did too but had to climb the stairs. She does that funny right now too.

I want my regular mom back who is much more fun and funny.
I know Dad misses her too. Not as much giggling going around in the evening and Dad seems lost. 

Mom sees another doctor on Friday. She thinks this will just be an assessment and then an MRI. Probably a ruptured or herniated disc in her back. 
But now that the muscle issue is gone she is only dealing with one pain at a time. That has made her A LOT BETTER.

The other night mom took a pain pill that the vet gave me. But they give it to humans too so what the hell.  Funny huh? But it took the edge off and helped so who cares. Went to the ER and got nothing except something she calls mansplaining. For heaven's sake she's not an opioid addict, she just needs relief, her eyelashes are falling out from the pain. And let's face it Mom is vain and that bothers her, she can be a bit shallow like that, but you all must know that by now.    

I have to say when they got home from the ER I have never seen Dad like he was. Oh, he saw first hand a doctor disrespecting a woman and mansplaining and poo-pooing her. When he told her to go home and exercise he told mom his head was about to explode. Hers too. I guess Dad gave that doctor a good bit of his opinion of him. Oh, mom must have died. She doesn't like that. She was in too much pain to talk to him so she just let them go at it. I wish I could have seen Dad. I have never seen him mad before this was not a good look for him. Scary. He has talked about it for a couple of days. Mom just says, yep. She's a woman and she has lived it for 60 years. But Dad was shocked. I am not sure why though, Mom tells him all the time but I guess to actually see the dismissive arrogant doctor really brought it home for him.

So here's to Friday and mom coming home Friday night with at least some pain killers and some relief. I miss my fun and happy home. The other night she wanted a picture of me. You know I won't let anyone get a shot of my face. But she got me. She was on the sofa and Dad and I were wrestling on the floor. We stopped for a minute and she called my name. I threw her a bone and looked right at her damn camera. She got me. Hopefully, that made her feel better.
I will share with you what that thing is under my eye. I got bit by a tick and that is the remainder. The vet said to leave it alone. Mom thinks it should be removed. I don't much care. I'm still pretty right?

Well, I've been up long enough. I need a nap. A dog's life is tough you know.
Naps, belly rubs, sunning myself and treats. You should try it. Oh wait, Mom told me that Mike who reads here does that already. Good for you Mike we know what the world needs, more naps.
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