I love waking up in the Best Little Trailer.
Used to be, in my old, working life, I’d wake up to overwhelming dread. Sometimes the dread would be so bad that by the time I managed to drag myself to the shower, the spray from the spigot would wash away tears.
I’m not looking for sympathy here. That’s the past and the past is gone. I only want to contrast then with now.
These days I wake up happy.
Some mornings I lie in bed looking up at the sky or tree leaves or pine boughs, depending upon where we’re camped, and wonder how I came to have such a wonderful life.
Yesterday I nearly cried with happiness.
Other mornings I don’t linger because I’m eager for the promise of each day.
Today I wake and Spike makes me laugh.
He is such a guy. And like a lot of guys I’ve known, he has his routines. First I hear mumbling and grumbling as he begins to stir at the foot of my bed. Then his face emerges from under the quilt. At this point, his head may disappear back under the covers again, not to reappear until adequate snoozing has occurred.
This morning there are no false starts.
Spike moves to the next stage of his waking routine. He stands up, pokes his nose through the slats of the back window blind, bending them apart far enough so he can peek out and survey the campsite. I used to think he did this because he’s a guy and he feels the need to protect. You know, to make sure we’re safe.
Now I figure otherwise.
Spike’s a senior citizen. His hearing is bad and he’s got cataracts. I bet he forgets things like I do. When he looks out the window each morning, he’s wondering, “Where the HELL are we now?”
I look at his dopey little face and laugh.
By the way, I pick up Spike’s thoughts psychically, because, let’s face it, Canine Corner or no, Spike doesn’t talk out loud with words. Just thought you might need that dose of reality before I continue, in case you’re lost in the reality-warped world of “rvsue and her canine crew.”
Spike licking Bridget’s ear, my chair positioned to watch the river.
Anyway. . .
This got me thinking about the many ways Spike is such a guy.
“Where’s my supper!”
Here’s a big one: He gets really, really pissed off if his food is late. Irritable, yelling, stomping around. Bridget would starve before complaining.
Spike can’t fall asleep until he’s let loose some gas. Every night it’s the same.
I’m so used to that habit that I’d probably have trouble falling asleep myself without that familiar aroma wafting up my way.
Okay, this blog entry is careening downward.
Time to change the subject. I moved to a new campsite in Natural Bridge Campground today. The last campsite was primo, alongside the river with full sun for the solar panel and a dappled-shade spot for the crew’s pen and my chair.
All the campsites here are large and exceptionally pretty.
This new site is primo-primo. Today’s photos are views of our new campsite and its backyard, which includes the Rogue River, volcanic rock island, sandy beach, lush plants, and magnificent trees.
I keep delaying the day of departure from this camp. It’s one of my favorites.
Update on Bridget’s leg . . .
“Thanks for all the get well wishes.”
She’s walking on it!
I don’t let her run around or do much walking. I have to let her do her business which she has always done by scouting around for the perfect spot. I use the stroller for walks and I lift her up and down so she does no jumping.
I also notice when it’s time for her pain pill, she acts like she doesn’t need it. In fact, I can’t remember seeing any signs of pain since that yelp when the injury happened. Is surgery necessary if she’s not in any pain and is gaining use of the leg?
rvsue
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Canine Corner will return soon when we’re in a campground with internet connectivity.
rvsue and her canine crew 