The heat at the Casa has been pretty brutal since we returned from Colorado, but it’s summertime in Arkansas; what do expect?
One benefit to having two potentially infected pups on the premises is that the parental units are keeping us totally seperated, which means that Mia and I have been staying in the kitchen during the day. The A/C is great, but I would much rather be outside where I can keep an eye on things. Mom is treating the pups twice daily, but the sores on Lucy seem to be growing, not in number but in size, so dad may have to humble down and visit Dr Andrea next week; stay tuned.
After a brief rainshower cooled things off a bit, dad was thought he would sneak off for a bit of a ride; like THAT’S going to happen! I caught him checking the tire pressure on the Suzuki so, without waiting for a written invitation, promptly issued my own RSVP and assumed my place on the bike.
Of all the things I love, eating, sleeping, pestering Max, posting on the interweb, writing poetry, taking cross country trips with dad, the one thing that trumps them all is riding on the motorcycle. I just can’t get enough. Donna sent me an awesome pair of goggles, but I’m a stubborn girl; I wear them until the bike starts moving, then, as soon as I know that dad can’t do anything about if, off they go. Dad is ill-equipped for the battle of wills between us, almost like the poor guy is bringing a pocket knife to a gun fight.
Epic trips are nice, but sometimes it’s the short jaunts that are the treatment the doctor ordered. The sun was setting low in the west, painting the bottoms of the remaining clouds a brilliant red as we pulled out of the driveway, the wind whistling through my ears as the thump of the big 650 propelled us down the road.
The bike has a tendency to shift a bit as I can’t control my excitement, first to the left, then the right, wait, I think I missed something on the left, nope, it was on the right, I’m sure of it, and on and on. Dad used to try to get me to sit still, as 50# of sinewy muscle doing the Macarena on the motorcycle is a bit distracting. He has since resigned himself to the idea that, when I get in one of these moods, I’m pretty much going to do what I want anyway, so he had just better get used to it and pretend it was his idea in the first place.
When other drivers see us, there are usually two primary reactions: the first is what I would have expected, one of joy at the sight of a goofy dog riding pillion on the back of a yellow motorcycle. The second is somewhat less cordial, a look of self-righteous indignation, “would you look at that, Maud! how DARE they do something out of the ordinary! Don’t they know that could be DANGEROUS?” The only proper response to these types of nabobs is a well timed braaaap of the throttle and a parting “CHARK!!!” as we vanish in a puff of blue smoke.
Is there a point to this story, you ask? Not even a hint of one…
…unless it’s the hint from me to you to get out there and try something a little different; the reward always vastly outweighs the risk.
It’s always a party at the Casa del Whackos!
Love you Charlie 🙂
You make the day Charlie! Keep the adventures coming!
Love waking up a words of wisdom from Charlie (and you too Dad)! ☀️
Aww Poor Lucy hope it is nothing serious 🙁 And OMG! i love this picture of Zack and Charlie ! and do not worry about what others think of you riding on the back of the bike they are just jealous it not them
Worrying about others opinions will suck the joy right out of a person. Ride on! (Prayers for healing without a vet visit too)
Love it!
Ride Loud Charlie, Ride Loud!!
Get out the black light Charlie. If Lucy’s sores glow green it’s ring worm.
I know you want to save money as vet bills for two get a bit crazy, but perhaps a visit to Dr Andrea is in order. There may be other things going on the with “kids” that you aren’t seeing that only a vet visit will reveal. Bite the bullet Bret, take em in, and get em checked out. Lucy may have a secondary infection that is causing the spots to get bigger, or you may not be treating with the correct type of medication.
And may the party never, ever end. (Do you think that might be arranged?)
Lol!!!…. Maude…. It’s those simple things in your posts Charlie that I latch on to and laugh for hours about..making people wonder “what is she laughing about”…
I hope they find the reason the sores are getting bigger. Hope it works out for the pups.
This picture brings joy to my heart. Ride on CB!
You ride on Charlie, be happy always.
Oh Lucy the vet will fix you right up and mama of the casa too
We had a kitten that brought ringworm into our home and we all got it. Tinactin worked on the skin, but for the kitten, we needed to bath her in a sulfa solution. My cute little white kitten turned orange but the spots went away. I think my daughter had to take diflucan.