Confessions of an Old-Dog Mom...

I don't have kids, the Good Lord apparently saw something in me that said - no, she's got enough. I don't dwell on it - much.  I get a little pissy when I see children being ignored or other actions in parental stupidity - but I generally just complain to Bubba.   He doesn't listen anyway.

So - as you all know our beloved Shelby is getting on in years.  She don't move so quick, can't hear well, can see much, but as the Vet said Friday - she's still got that Shelby spark.  And it does show up every now and again when she's bouncing around the house, getting up the stairs, eating kibble, and drug-laced chicken.

She's my buddy.  She also got bad news on the blood work side of the medical equation. There is something going on with her kidneys.  Ok.... We have to change her food.... OK (no comment on the half of a 40 pound bag of food we have downstairs)... and for further tests you need a urine sample.

Yes, you read that right.  I had to collect a pee sample from my 15+ year old dog at 5:40 AM this morning.... Now you might ask yourself how does one do that Aunt Ing?  Let me 'splain.   You put on your shoes, follow the dog outside to the backyard, with a large old plastic container, let her start peeing, carefully slide said-old plastic container under her -- wait.  Slide back out, fill medical device for holding such "samples" , put it in a zip lock bag.  WASH YOUR HANDS. and slide the bag into the fridge for the darling hubby to take to the Vet. 

Now we wait.  So we can check that one off our bucket list.  ;-)

Happily Shelby was pretty clueless through the whole procedure, other than when she turned around I was right there.  She went with it.  Mellow puppy.

Stay tuned for more adventures with Geriatric Dog and her Service Human... taking stairs - one at the time, enjoying the ride down the stairs, missing tossed cookies and still scarfing chicken bites in a single snap...