Betty's Wheels

I find it a bit ironic that Betty our retired therapy dog should spend the last of her life dependent on a set of wheels but then life is full of irony.

When our veterinarian told us that Miss Betty was falling victim to Degenerative Myelopathy, a painless but  eventual completely debilitating condition, she suggested that we look into getting her wheels as she was a very healthy dog in every other aspect.  My first reaction was to shake my head no and tell her that I would rather put her to sleep than burden her with that sort of future.

The next day at my office I got on the Internet and queried dog wheelchairs and like always the world wide web opened before my eyes giving me many options.  It was mind boggling when I started reading the bit that explained how to measure your dog for a proper fit.  I was just about to close it all up when I saw K9 Carts West, their website listed them on Whidbey Island and a phone number.  I called and got hold of the owner Barbara who was a delight to talk with.  I told her about Betty and asked if it was possible for us to come to her facility and have them fit her for a cart to which she replied yes. The island can be reached by bridge at the very north end or by ferry at the south end which of course is what we did.

 We left a day before our appointment and made reservations at the Langley Inn in the beautiful little village of Langley.

Our suite at the Inn was very nice and it also had a small kitchenette so we were able to prepare meals instead of relying on the few eateries that are available, and add to the fact that we would never leave Betty or any dog alone in a strange environment.  The next morning we drove out to K9 Carts where we were greeted by Barbara, her staff and two sweet little dachshunds.  Barbara has been perfecting these carts for a little over fifty years and is very used to dealing with all sorts of dogs and their owners.

The best part was I didn't have to do the measuring and left it to the professional. Actually the best part was the cost, $265.00

After the cart was built (20 minutes) Barbara slowly introduced Betty to the shiny red new set of wheels so that the whole process was slow and a positive experience for Betty.
On our return home we have started building her stamina back up with short walks but when we ask her if she wants walkies the excitement in her actions is rewarding in itself.  But the fact that she accepts the wheels now is a relief.


MeMa taking Betty for her first walk.

 

In this video you can see that she is able to move both of her back legs once again with the aid of the wheels, although she balks when she rolls over the bumpy thing in the pavement and the look she gives says it all.

Regardless if this gives her a couple of months or years we feel we made the right choice as she seems a happy little Corgi again thanks to Barbara at K9 Carts West, who by the way ships world wide.

........and he is back

The cough is still hanging on but at least I am done with the worst of the flu.  I did get my shot before you berate me with the benefits of doing so, in fact I always do get my flu shot but this is the first in a long while that another strain of the bug knocked me down.  The worst part being the total lack of energy, life for me is too full of things that need doing.
The gardens are starting to come to life with the little snippets of spring like weather.  The bulbs are all showing through and the flowering shrubs are full of tight buds waiting for mother nature to give them the go-ahead.  Yesterday I was doing some cleaning up and found a neglected tray of leeks so I quickly planted two rows in the vegetable garden.  It does the body good to get out dig into the soil and start imagining the future rows of veggies.  I spent a good while going through my store of seeds and although it looks like there is enough I am seriously lacking so will have to take care of that little problem soon.

Next weekend we shall pack MeMa's little Beetle up with an overnight bag and head north  to Whidbey Island were the small town of Langley exists.  We shall be visiting "K9 Carts West" were Miss Betty shall be custom fitted with a K9 wheel chair, similar to the one in the photo below that I borrowed from their web sight.

As I posted before Miss Betty is the unfortunate victim of degenerative myelopathy.  Normally a very active little Corgi she can no longer go for walks something she misses terribly.  So we are looking forward to this trip and will soon see our Betty walking and running with the rest of the dogs.
 In the meanwhile we have made sure all of Miss Betty's paths are carpeted as she can no longer navigate smooth flooring of any kind.  So now every path she follows is carpeted.

She spends most of the day in the dining room were the sun streams in the bank of windows.

Our Sophie doesn't mind all the runners as long as she can get to her favorite heat vent

from the kitchen there is a runner that leads to the garage

....and from the garage door we have carpeted clear to the door that leads to the back garden.

Ruby - The Grand Dame of Menagerie Manor

The photo above was taken on August of 1989, our eldest son Nathan is holding the newest member of Menagerie Manor, "Ruby" named after the train yard (Ruby Junction) were I rescued her.  I was walking to work when I noticed a commuter train going east, away from me and  what I assumed was a rock shot off the track as the rail cars passed.  I went to collect the rock and hide it were no one else could put it back on the track.  As I was searching the area I saw it land and discovered that it was not a rock but a very frightened box turtle who now had a very nasty wound on the back of its shell.  I picked her up and she stuck her head out towards me giving me a very quizzical look.  I found a box back at the office and carried her with me giving her part of my lunch and some water.  Later that evening when we both arrived home she proved to be a very sociable creature.  Over the years we have rescued a number of different box and water turtles and a few tortoises that after they received food and care they went to new forever homes.  If native, were released in a safe area.  Ruby remained part of the Manor's permanent population.  I took her to a local reptile habitat and they aged Ruby at approximately 80 years of age, that was 1989.

Recently our company asked to do a short article about some of the animal rescues that I used to do, so I brought Ruby to the office where her new life began.  And as you can see she is still the little socialite in 2013.  She lives a very safe and comfortable life at the Manor along with her forty year old mate, Elmo who came to live with us about ten years ago. They winter in a large enclosure in MeMa's laundry room and summer in an outdoor one under MeMa's care and devotion. 

Blog Problems

So it has hit.....don't seem to be able to do much including posting photo's. So I will be reading your posts but unable to comment and will be holding off posting from Menagerie Manor until I can get some results.

A Chapter Closed : A Letter to The Little Terrorists

Closing out parts of our lives leaving us with nothing but memories, this happens more frequently in our older years or at least that is the way it seems.  I suppose that is all part of life as it should be.  As children we don’t come face to face with these realities because as we are dealing with these episodes now, our dear parents dealt with them and hopefully protected us from these realities like caring parents do.

In a short time it will be hard for you children to remember anything about Great Grandpa Dale. Sadly you never got to know Great Grandma Lela.  She was a real hoot always out for a good chuckle and a regular pill about getting your Dads to do some outrageous things that would normally get them punished for at home.  It was all good fun and she would have loved to have known you.  Alas that was never to happen as she passed several years before you all came into our lives.

Just a few seconds before the ball dropped New Years Eve night the phone rang. It was the care center were MeMa's father was living.  He had fallen the week before and had taken a nasty turn for the worse.  They wanted us to know he was not responding to them but that he was holding his own at the time.  They promised to keep us posted until we came the next day at our usual time in the afternoon.

MeMa had just made me a turkey sandwich New Years Day when they called again telling us things have deteriorated and they felt we should come quickly.  His breathing was laboured but they had made him quite comfortable so we sat next to him and MeMa stroked his head and told him we were there.  The hours passed and his condition seemed to stay the same so when my parents called inviting us out for a quick dinner we accepted and told the staff to call immediately as the restaurant was nearby.  We had just sat down when they called and said he had passed.

Dale and Lela Johnson

 

As we sat with him earlier I thought of all those happy memories of life in Clatskanie, the small coastal town were MeMa grew up as her Mom and Dad's only child.  Her Mom, Lela was the town's nurse and her Father Dale owned and operated a small TV repair shop during the day and owned and operated the Avalon Theatre at night.  This was a town that people let their children run all over with never a worry for their safety.  They never locked a door.  In fact, when I first came to Clatskanie as we left to go out for the evening I was surprised that they closed the door and just walked away.  When I asked if they meant to leave the door unlocked I was told they didn’t have a key.  The old house was the location of big parties with tons of guests all laughing and having a great time.

When your Dads were born they spent lots of weekends with Grandma and Grandpa and I will tell you they got spoiled rotten staying up late, hanging out with Grandpa Dale in his "ham shack" while he tinkered with his radios.   I have never known anyone with more quiet patience than Dale.

Your Dads have many fond memories of summer meals eaten on the patio and we were usually joined by Grandma Arline and others from the Anderson side of the family.

Grandpa Dale came to Clatskanie as a sixteen year old moving into a boarding house ran by the Anderson family, the matriarch of the family was “Mrs A.” who had several children and Grandpa grew up with them as one of their own, and they remained “family” all through your Dad's young lives. 

The old house is out of our hands now as after Grandpa went into the care center the state confiscated the entire estate as payment for his upkeep.  MeMa and I closed the door a year before his passing and walked away knowing we would probably never return.  Grandpa will soon be buried next to Grandma in the old cemetery in Clatskanie.  Perhaps some day you might visit this little hamlet nestled down in the valley, drive by the old house on Tichnor Street and perhaps put a rose on the grave.  Red roses were always Grandma Lela’s favorite, you can’t miss it up there at the edge of the forest.