He's old. He has a breathing problem (he pants a lot, and I'm pretty sure it's not just because it's hot most of the time), is going blind and deaf, and has terrible hips. The hips especially have taken a swift downturn recently, where when he's walking on the tile (seen here with him sleeping), his hind legs will just slip out from under him and plop him on the floor. He's pretty chill about it. He just sort of sighs and says Well, I guess I'll lie here then.
Of course, putting carpeting down would be a good solution to this problem. Except in his old age he also has some bathroom issues, which I've ranted about enough on Twitter that I'll spare you the details. But it's messy. And frustrating. And STINKS. And I can't really be mad at him because he's just an old dog doing his best.
So some mornings I get woken up by whining at 4 am because he's fallen and he can't get up (I'm serious), and I trudge downstairs and haul him to his feet and then let him out to pee (because why risk it) and then trudge back to bed. That's better than the second morning when I woke up to...well, we won't discuss that.
But he's a lovely creature, and while I wish his owner would have given me a bit more warning about what I was stepping into, I can't blame the dog. Even when I leave him out in the cool porch where he has food, water, and easy walking turf, plus access to potty space, and yet he LOOKS in the window like I've betrayed him. Okay, I may blame him a little for that.
The house itself is lovely. The owner has a fantastic sense of style, and has added a few touches that I appreciate.
Yes, those are tea kettles that say "Green Tea" "Ceylon Tea" and "Oolong Tea" in the kitchen. They also have a gas range stove, which I only really care about because it heats my tea water so quickly.
The reason I'm (over?)sharing this is because I came into this week with GRAND plans of productivity. That was, until I met my charge for the week and realized how much time and effort was going to go into caring for him. Which is partially an excuse (because I still have time to watch the entire second season of Daredevil), but also can be emotionally draining. Bargaining with a dog is futile. Bargaining with a partially deaf/blind dog is the beginnings of insanity. But there's really not any other choice.
That said, I still outlined a Christmas novella(?) that was supposed to be 20K at max, but the outline seems to be sort of long for that. But who knows. I wrote it out by hand in a tiny notebook, so maybe it's just the right length.