It’s not what you think, although there is that. Sure, many people don’t like cats because of litter boxes. And they throw up hairballs, not to mention grass. Dogs throw up, too. And they usually don’t use litterboxes (although some do).
So it automatically seems that if you have multiple animals, no matter how hard you try, your home will never truly be clean.
But that’s not what this post is about.
I will admit that I am not the best housekeeper in the world. Cleaning really doesn’t interest me, even though I enjoy a clean house. I’d much rather be doing other things, like enjoying my animals’ company.
My animals seem to have different ideas, too. Recently we got a memory foam mattress topper from Costco. Simba seems to be really enjoying it. Gizmo, oddly enough, doesn’t seem to care about it one way or another.
This morning I stripped the bed & washed the bedding. And Simba bedded down on top of the mattress topper. I was able to work around him to get the fitted sheet on, but I need the entire bed to get the comforter back into the duvet cover. And so I wait. And Simba happily snoozes.
And then there’s vacuuming. Now that’s really a chore! The boys hate the vacuum. Even Simba, who is normally pretty fearless, skeddadles when I vacuum. So I try to vacuum either in the morning or late afternoon, times when the boys are usually outside. But if they choose to be inside at those times, sometimes the vacuuming just doesn’t get done.
Surgery update: Chester seems to be doing well. The incision looks good, although there’s still one or two small red spots, and I don’t know if that’s normal or not.
He is walking fairly normally now. He gets the stitches out & the e-collar off on Friday, assuming that everything is okay. I think we are both really looking forward to that!
I was really dreading his recuperation, I have to admit. While he is okay in his crate, he has never come to regard it as his refuge as so many dogs do. Now he is spending hours every day in his crate, although never longer than two hours at a time.
He has been very good about it, though. The first few days he was tired and in some pain, I’m sure, despite the pain medications. But now he seems mostly back to normal.
I am taking him outside every couple of hours, since he can’t ask to go outside, and also as a break from being cooped up so much. I can’t go out, myself, though, because he still does have separation anxiety and I don’t want to risk him injuring himself. So that’s a bit tiring.
In other ways, though, it’s almost been relaxing. I don’t have to walk him, so I am not out in the heat walking. Since I still need exercise, though, I’m finally getting to use my treadmill again — something Chester does not like one bit.
I’m not sure if he doesn’t like the noise, or if he thinks he ought to be walking with me. I tried using the treadmill while he was crated in the living room today (the treadmill is in our family room), but he started to whine. I moved his crate into the family room (it’s on a dolly), and while he still wasn’t happy — wouldn’t relax much or eat his bully stick — he did quiet down.
Gizmo was terrified of the treadmill at first, but he soon learned to ignore it, even occasionally jumping up on it while I was using it. I am assuming that it’s just something Chester needs to get used to.
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