I just hope I don’t get fired before I even start for eating too many treats! 😏
Well, I have. Now. Let me tell you what happened…
Mom got sick a few weeks ago and then Dad got sick. I knew there was something wrong. Then, over a week ago, some humans came and took Dad away in a big truck. Mom said it was an ambulance. And then she was gone. A LOT. And my hu-sis suddenly came all the way from the Popster land! And they were gone. A LOT. I was really sad.
Then, one day, Mom says: “Do you want to go see your daddy?”
Did she have to ask?
Off we went to this big place with lots of door and elevators and stuff. I wasn’t scared at all. Then, all of a sudden, we were in his room! It was really special–Mom said he was in the Cardiac ICU, whatever that means. And they like dogs there! I was soooooo happy. And so was he.
Every day I go back to see him. All the peeps that come in think I’m such a good dog! He’s now in another room, but that hasn’t stopped me going.
Dad has to go someplace else before he can come home, but I know I can go visit him. I’m not so sad anymore.Mom here: Sage’s Dad developed pneumonia a couple of weeks ago and then lost all mobility in his legs. He was admitted to the hospital over a week ago. A few days later, he coded and was moved to the Cardiac ICU. His heart muscle is fine, but he has developed atrial fibrillation (a-fib). After several days of trying to reverse it chemically, the decision was made to insert a pacemaker. There will be another procedure at some point to ablate the a-fib. Then he will spend a few weeks in a rehab facility to regain his mobility. Sage has been magnificent throughout all this ordeal and the awesome ability to be able to take her to see him has lifted both of their spirits.
We probably won’t be around much to visit for a while, but we’ll do what we can.
We’re a little late getting this out, but it was such a good hike that I just had to tell you about it!
Mosier is a little town about 70 miles east of Portland, so we met up with Mr. N at 1000 Acres. A good run before heading out was needed by both of us and the long drive to Mosier gave us both time to catch a quick nap. When we turned off the highway (that always wakes me up), we got a little lost. The trailhead wasn’t well marked, but after Mom got on her trusty phone, we backtracked and found it. Off we went!
We followed the trail past a pioneer cemetery nestled on the side of the hill and soon came to a waterfall.
It was a fairly easy hike to the top of the plateau–some stairs to climb and a bunch of switchbacks–and wild flowers all over the place. I saw a lizard and my prey drive kicked in! Good thing Mom always keeps me on a leash when we’re hiking. But I inspected every grouping of rocks–I was sure there were more!
The best part was at the top–we could see the Columbia making its way to the ocean. What a view!i was glad Mom packed plenty of water…my black coat makes me even hotter! And I’m even gladder Mom puts flea and tick medicine on me–one of those nasty ticks got on me, but Mom got it off before it could do any harm. Those things are just plain icky!!
We stayed up there for a while. Me looking for lizards; the Moms enjoying the scenery and Mr. N watching several Hawks circling overhead.I told Mr. N not to worry. I would have no problem chasing them away. What were they thinking anyway?
And now Mom is off taking care of the Popstar, but we’ll be around to see everyone really soon.
Right in the heart of Portland, high atop one of the west hills, sits the Pittock Mansion. The Pittocks were prominent Portland residents during the late 1800’s through the early 1900’s and were instrumental in building Portland into the thriving city it is now. The mansion was built late in their lives at the pinnacle of their success and the view was as spectacular as their lovely home.
We headed down the trail for a fairly short hike to the Stone House, right in the heart of Forest Park. This building, now in ruins, which was originally built in 1950 as an elaborate bathroom.Graffiti covered several of its walls, but Mr. N and I found a wall where we could pose. AND, we didn’t even use the facilities!! 😃
Then rain started coming down. We scurried back up the path, but not before I examined each and every culvert. I wasn’t sure what I’d find, but I just had to look.
Mom says I missed one–she must have walked way too fast at that point.
We scampered along Balch Creek (no, I didn’t get to go in) back up the trail to our respective vehicles.
We all got wet, but that’s what happens here!