Dog, and dance

[ritaxis]

So Truffle got an abcessed tooth and two tumors removed on Wednesday. I'm supposed to keep her well drugged and fairly quiet, and feed her soft food. She's holding out for the boiled chicken mainly. She's hanging out pretty quietly in general, but it's been two days and she's kind of bored, though unwilling to go for real walks since the bigger of the two tumors is on her shoulder. The thing is I'm supposed to keep her from jumping. She is accustomed to sleeping on my bed, which is a bit higher than most because it is on top of a bank of deep drawers.

I can't keep her from jumping up there. She does it silently, when I am not looking. Sometimes she lets me slide her off later instead of jumping down, but sometimes she just does it. Well, she hasn't torn her stitches, so I guess it's okay.

Tonight was for some reason an especially lovely folkdance night. It was live music night, and we had "Trio Zulum" who are a Bulgarian-led group of usually four or five but sometimes as many as seven musicians from San Jose. Over fifty people came. A bunch of them were from the folk dance class at the University. I don't know why, but mostly people were engaged in ear-splitting grins all night. The music was especially good, but the light-heartedness was just remarkable. Remarkable too because one of my friends there has just had her mother die. But she was there and enjoying herself, letting her grief just ride along somehow.

The music was really, really loud. Who puts a mic next to a bagpipe? But it was also really danceable and I managed to dance almost without a break for almost an hour and a half without any back chat from my knees or allied strustures. A real relief, because no dogwalks and taking care of an uncomfortable, anxious pooch have meant great sedentation this week.

Comments

[al-zorra.livejournal.com]

Terrific news that you were able to energetically dance so long. :) And that the stitches are still intact upon your friend.

Everyone was grinning because they were where they were instead of here, where it's all snow and arctic demons. Snowing right now, as a matter of fact.

Love, C.

[ritaxis.livejournal.com]

I have been saving your last couple of posts open because I want to engage with them. I'm sorry that it keeps snowing on you and your broken bones!

I made a sort of staircase

[dragonet2.livejournal.com]

onto my bed for our ancient kitties, just using boxes and stuff that I already have as furniture. A little file box (enough to get halfway up), a step up to the giant blanket chest and then onto my bed). I haven't taken it apart yet but we now have zero ancient cats now. The young ones use it, though, they started when they were too wee to jump up (I have the tall bed mattress set). Though half the time they just leap onto the bed with no help.