Surviving the Skank

Hi Ho!  Kiva the Dog here.  My Mommie's kinda wonky this morning so I told her that I would help with the blog again.  The Skank (Mother Nature) is having her way with my Mommie again.  Her comment yesterday was, "At least it's not cold a snowy this time."  I wish there were an easier way for her to explain how nasty the weather is to her body, but the are no exact words for me to define this cacophony of pain that RSD has wrought on her body.  It's the wind.  The nasty, brutal, soul-sucking, body-damning wind that really did a number on her last night ... again.  At 5:00 this morning I thought that I woke her up with kisses, whines, and a paw to the cheek and forehead, but she was just playin' possum with me.  We cuddled for a little bit and then she trebuchet'd herself out of bed, grabbed her robe that was hanging on the bedroom door and did the Frankenstein Crawl to the living room.  She turned on the news, unlocked the front door, opened it, and her jaw dropped as cuss words gushed out of her mouth.  The wind had smashed 2 of her flower pots and deposited a lovely tree limb on top of her car.  Unfortunately, no damage was done to the buttmobile so there will be no test driving of new-to-us vehicles in our near future ... dangit!!

Mommie just came in from watering the gardens and the remaining flower pots.  She almost seems defeated, but I know my Mommie better than that!  She takes a setback and turns it into something positive.  She's good like that.  Granted, it takes some time to get her passed the initial shock, she needs to vent a bit, but she always finds a way to benefit from a deficit.  And I, Kiva the Wondermutt, am here to help!  I need to keep her moving before the residual atrophy sets in.  My plan: to go into the backyard and roll around in my own poo so that she has to give me a bath.  It's not a brilliant plan, but it's a plan ... and I get a massage out of the deal.  See how that works?  heh heh

I'm sure that once she has properly caffeinated herself, she will clean up the mess that the Skank left on our doorstep and tend to the remaining plants that survived.  She calls it "deadheading" ... I call it "taking the gross stuff off of the pretty stuff."  She's got herbs to clip and dry, a dog to bathe, letters to write, a slideshow to publish, a patio to rearrange (again), sticks and twigs to pick up, a kitchen to clean, laundry to fold, and I'm sure she'll need me to help her manage her spoons.  The good news is that she's still focused.  She still has her mission and she's still working her non-existent butt off to achieve it.

I have faith that I'll get the stink washed off of me today.  I have faith that my Mommie will walk over to Bertha to make her 2nd pot of coffee before 9 a.m. (it's 8:35 right now).  I have faith that the patio will get it's needed attention as soon as Mommie stops gagging and gives me a bath.  For an RSDer who claims to have "no life," she's got a pretty full dish!