Saturday: It's not just for sky anymore.It's for sky and cows.
I've been working on the Log Cabin blankets, but needed a break. Specifically, my fingers needed a break. The long logs were making my fingers stiffen up.
To provide some immediate gratification, I am knitting squares for Samantha:
That's the square for Samantha resting comfortably on my Samantha.
My almost deaf Samantha.
Samantha is 11 years old and has always been in good health. She has some minor arthritis, but has never shown her age; Up until the last few months.
Sam has always been my most obedient dog. She's the one I could control soley with my voice and even with the tone of my voice.
When Sam first started ignoring my commands, I thought she was just being stubborn. So I tested her. I sat behind her and whispered her favorite words in the world: "Do you want to go for a car ride?" Usually, this provoked unrestrained joy. This time, though, there was no response. She didn't even know I was behind her because she jumped when I touched her back.
In the grand scheme of things, a deaf dog is not a big deal. I would rather have her deaf than blind. I'm just making adjustments to accomodate her: no more letting her outside the fence (she used to hear the cars coming and steer clear), no more calling her to bed after I turn out the lights (I have to go and find her since she can't hear me calling her), no more sticking my head out the back door and calling her inside (if she's doesn't see me I have to go get her), etc. etc.
A deaf dog isn't a big deal.
It just makes me sad because it's a daily reminder that my precious girl is growing older.