It’s time for some foto fun, yes? These are fun enough just the way they are. No editing required.
They’re dedicated to Easy. Because he lived in France. And he told a good story. The story’s coming up, but for now, take a look at the pix.
As you know, the Dad Peep and I took a little break. It’s a tough time of year, as Stuart was diagnosed with hemangiosarcoma in November and this month, December, was the month we said goodbye to him. (It’s also the month in which the world lost Kyla. Tough times, friends. Tough times. And now Easy….crap.)
So, we crossed the pond and went to France and Spain. The French love their dogs. They take them everywhere. On this trip, we noticed lots of Frenchies and Boston Terriers. And wire haired Dachshunds.
We fell in love with Fontainebleau, which is only three train stops from Paris. What’s not to love about a charming town with poop bags everywhere? And parks and forests to romp in? How Stuart would have loved this place.
Speaking of Stuart, we met a Scottie in Paris named McDuff.
This little guy is only 9 months old and ADORABLE. His British peep has lived in Paris for 20 years. Lucky her. She’d lost her last Scottie less than a year ago and couldn’t stand it any longer. So, here’s McDuff. Precious.
He cheered us up in a major way, not the least reason because….wait for it.....here’s the story…..
I fractured my ankle on only the 4th day of our nearly 3-week-trip. At least the pre-adventure pedicure held up nicely.
Why did this happen? Really???? Me? Now? Why????
We’ll never know.But I took my foot everywhere!
Cafes in Paris…
Retiro Park in Madrid, Spain, where my toesies got cold. (The Dad Peep and I figured out that the stares we got from people must have been because my little sock made it look like I’d lost half of my foot.) Take a look at the size of that fish on the right. These things were huge. That’s what happens when humans throw bread in the water.
The birds didn’t quite understand the foot.
We wheelchaired along the Grand Via in Madrid, which wasn’t fun at times because of all the people.
We managed to make three flights with no trouble. Well, almost no trouble.
Speaking of flying with a cast, I even learned to inject myself with anticoagulants every night thanks to these handy, dandy pre-filled syringes.
This could only happen to me. But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I firmly believe that. I have a new knowledge and appreciation of using crutches and wheelchairs and a renewed hope for humanity. People were very kind along our journey. Very kind. When people stared, I hoped it was because they were thankful to have two working feet. I’ll never take that for granted again.
So that’s my story. Not as good as one Easy would tell, but a story nonetheless.
Who knows? I may have new stories to tell in the New Year. So we can get this blog back to being what it’s supposed to be — all about SCOTTIES!!!!!
Here’s wishing you all a happy December. With the joys that come with friendship, travel, open minds and hearts, and anticipation of new days to come.