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Back to greyhounds

I got an email yesterday from the Therapy Dog Service. Apparently I am not going to have an orientation day at Bedford Industries, like normal. Usually I would go alone and accompany someone who would show me what to do when I take Rassilon.

But the email said I have to take Rassilon, and Sandra is only there to show us what to do. So, why not jump in at the deep end. Bedford Industries is a workplace for people with disabilities. A lot of people with Down Syndrome work there.

We are going from 1 1/2 hours to 2 1/2 hours, so I hope Rassilon can cope. But I have seen him in the hospital and he slows down when he gets onto the ward, but I have decided that he is pacing himself, so he can last.

Tuesday Rassilon goes to the Flinders University. If the post is quick enough I will have his replacement green collar. I used to carry the old on around the bag I take on visits, just in case someone wants to get all ‘legal’ with us (and yes, I have had it once!!). But I went to get it a while ago, and it wasn’t there. I have checked the cars but can’t find it.

If course it is obvious what will happen. Now I have spent $27.00 (but he MUST have his green collar, by law). The new one will arrive and I will go to get something to open the envelope, and I will have to move his old green collar out of the way. It always happens to me like that. Loose something…buy a new one…fall over the old one.

Yesterday I saw something that had to be seen to be believed. I had to go and get some money from an ATM, so I went to Reynella. That way I could get a coffee and my money and Rassilon gets his walk and some pats (lots of pats). So we were walking around on the foot path,  but Rassilon waited until we got to one of the little garden areas, went onto the garden and had a peehe did not do it on the footpath.

We came home and spent most of the day in bed. I got up and did bits around the house, but Rassilon preferred the comfort of the bed. I was up late watching the Tour De France. It is so good to see different parts of the world. If I had the money I would consider moving there or at least having a holiday.

But while I was watching TV where was Rassilon? BED!

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The big lump under the blanket…Rassilon.

If you want a dirty look, just disturb a sleeping greyhound.

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“Do you mind”?

Is nothing sacred?

Since I stopped working my weight has sneaked up to a level I will not mention, just to say, I am not overweight, I am under tall.

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My present to society, ease of vision.

In an effort to control calorie intake I bought myself a popcorn maker. Freshly popped corn has only 30 calories per cup of corn. The popcorn maker I bought cooks 1/3 of a cup at a time and that is enough for a snack.

So today I cooked some up. If I threw it all away I didn’t care, but I wanted to try some different flavorings on it. I tried Maple Syrup…addictive! Moroccan Seasoning…you get the tingling lips after a couple of minutes, and BBQ steal seasoning…very nice, certainly edible.

But I found something out. Do you remember me writing that I have to stop saying to Rassilon “You wouldn’t eat this”?

Even my snacks aren’t sacred!

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MMMMM, BBQ steak flavor. Nice.

What a week it was.

Good times and bad. It started off well when Rassilon went to the nursing home for his visit. He was fantastic last week. Concentrating on the residents and he was very talkative, saying goodbye to everyone.

For a special treat we stopped at Reynella on the way home (to check the mail), but we went and had a coffee and I ordered some toasted sandwiches. Everyone around was amused when the waitress brought them out and asked, “Ham, cheese and tomato”? “That’s mine” I replied. “Ham and cheese”?, “That’s his” I said pointing to Rassilon. Of course there was a lot of muttering from an expectant greyhound until his sandwich cooled down.

Then my week improved. I received my dishwasher. I have wanted one for a long time, but I don’t have enough room under the cupboards to fit one, so I looked on eBay for a bench-top dishwasher, and there is such a thing, so I ordered one, because I HATE washing dishes.

I had to buy a new kitchen tap with the right fittings to connect the washer to. Then I had to buy a new kitchen cupboard to put all the clean dishes in. As a result of having all the clean dishes all over the kitchen, and now moving things to fit the cupboard in, I still haven’t got a tidy kitchen, but at least the dished have been washed.

The cupboard was, like almost everything today, flat-pack, so I had to put it together. I emptied the box in the lounge, so there was plastic parts all over the place. I got the instructions out, but thanks to cataracts in my eyes, I couldn’t read them because the little light I have in the house was too bright, so I couldn’t see the instructions.

Today (4 days later) I had a sleep then got up at about 7.30 pm and managed to put the cupboard together (in just 2 hours), with much banging and thumping and talking to myself.

While all that was going on, where was Rassilon?

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Making beds. Another waste of time.

Tomorrow we go to Repat hospital for our therapy dog visit, but we have to look out for one person in particular. I had to take my mother to the Flinders hospital, Renal Clainic, for an iron infusion (drip), while there I heard a nurse telling a patient they were  going to be transferred to Rapat hospital, so I went in and asked if they knew which ward they were going to. They said GEM, ward one, so I said I will see then tomorrow, had a nice chat and gave them a Rassilon business card.

So now it is time for bed, so I can get up early. Rassilon needs a good wash because he smells.

Facing a new challenge.

I was lucky on the weekend. My mother has decided that she is no longer capable of driving, and she wouldn’t get much for her car if she sold it, So as I am driving her around all the time, in an effort to keep the mileage down on my car, she gave me her car.

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A new challenge 

It is a 4 door version of mine, but it is an automatic. Now the automatic bit doesn’t bother Rassilon, (although I tend to keep slamming on the breaks when it is time to change gears). but Rassilon was not too happy about the 4 doors. It has ruined his getting in the car ritual.

He wasn’t very happy at first, and even tried getting in the front door, but he jumped through to the back seat. I quickly shut the back door to keep him in, as I worked out how the radio worked and tuned it in.

Today I went out and opened the car up and got Rassi inside so I could take these photos. But I have had to change the next photo from him standing in the car to what I have, because he hasn’t got out of the car yet (about 45 minutes)

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Challenge Overcome

Another challenge faced and overcome.

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