Gratitude Journal #22
I honestly had planned on writing my gratitude journal last
night. Really. But then my night ended in a phone call with Pop Tart instead –
something all on it’s own to be grateful for. And I did not write. It happens.
But I was grateful for a few things this week.
Gratitude Entry #50 – CBD Oil for Dogs
Listen, this last week was the 4th of July. And I live in an area
where fireworks are legal. And not just the little ones, big ones. And I have
dogs, dogs that have lived all of their lives in urban or suburban areas. These
are not dogs who are used to loud booms. But a few nights a year (4th
of July, New Year’s Eve, and if the Seahawks make the playoffs) there are
fireworks with very loud booms. And Junebug huddles in her crate in fear. Larry
trembles uncontrollably, trying to figure out where the threat is coming from
and wanting to make it stop. But he cannot make it stop, and I cannot make it
stop for him.
Enter CBD Oil, used in combination with their Thundershirts. Yes, I drug my
dogs. And this is a good thing. Junebug was able to sleep. Larry was able to
lie quietly on the bed with me, no shaking involved. He still responded to the
really big booms with barking, but it was the same way he would respond to the
doorbell. There was not the overwhelming fear. And I will take that, every
single time.
Gratitude Entry #51 – A Good Mani/Pedi Place
I used to have acrylic nails. This meant I got my nails done every two weeks,
for years. I no longer have the fancy nails (instead I have fancy hair), so I
do not go get my nails done every two weeks anymore. But I do like to go get
them done about every two months. But it can be hard to find a place I like
with decent prices. Well, this weekend, I found a salon close to home with
really great prices and excellent service. Plus, it is open on Sundays (which
is the day I am most likely to have time to go get a mani/pedi).
And yes, this is a little thing, but that’s the whole point of this journal, to
remind myself to be grateful for the little things.
Gratitude Entry #52 – Wildlife Rehab Centers
On Friday, as I was walking the yard to pick up sticks and other debris before
mowing the lawn, I noticed a baby bunny rabbit in our grass. He was staying
very still. I decided to grab my phone and get a picture. And that is when I
realized that he was letting me get a little too close. It turned out, the baby
bunny was injured. It was not an obvious injury, no blood or broken bones that
we could tell, but he was not able to use his back legs. This is pretty much
death for a rabbit.
I could not leave him in our back yard. The last thing I wanted was for our
dogs to get him. But even moving the little guy to our front yard would likely
have led to his death by some other predator. And I get circle of life and that
the raptors have to eat. I do. But I did not want to be the one responsible for
it. So, I took advantage of the fact that we actually have a Wildlife Rehab Center
nearby and drove the bunny there. They will help him heal up, if possible, and
then re-release him into our neighborhood.
