I spent the past week and a half in Albuquerque at Anna’s getting royal nursing care following my eye surgery on October 6. My son, Brian, took care of my animals since I was restricted from driving.
I got my physician’s green light this past Friday, so as I write this I’m back home at Las Golondrinas enjoying “Indian Summer” weather in the high desert.
I say I stayed in Albuquerque, but that’s not entirely true. I fudged a bit. I couldn’t help it. I Talked Anna into driving me 30 miles south to my place a couple of times during my recovery week. I missed my animals.
Yeah, I know. I’m a wuss. And an animal lover. And a push-over when it comes to all creatures great and small. My boys didn’t help my resolve to enjoy my time away. They sent me a get-well card with a donkey on it that made me laugh out loud when I saw it. The bug-eyed burro on the card reminded me of my three who stand staring through chain link fence to watch me get out of the truck whenever they hear the gate opener swing the iron gate open into my driveway.
Funny how, for all the frustration they cause me, with their “cribbing” and wandering and teeth-rattling braying, when I’m gone, I miss them and I can’t wait to have them gathered around me again, eager for me to scratch their long fuzzy ears.
So the get-well card with a “nice ass on the front” DID make me feel better and getting my hands on my Burnsie in my lap and getting my fingers on my donkeys’ long ears made me feel my world was whole again!
As the voice of Westminster Dog Show, Roger Caras, used to say: “[Animals] are not the whole of our lives, but they make our lives whole.”
Joseph Harvill, Scottiephile