Despite the fact that it is becoming increasingly clear that we are not recognizing the Summer of Lincoln this weekend, as in we don’t seem to be going to the cabin, I still have high hopes for the next couple of days. After all, I don’t need to swim to have fun; swimming just makes it a guarantee. When you get right down to it, no matter where we are, it’s still the weekend.
That means we don’t have to get up at 5 a.m. It means the doors are open and we can come and go as we please. And, most importantly, it means lots of one on one time with my Mom and Dad, and this is pretty much always fun for us. My Mom told me the other day that we have to make sure to appreciate the good days. She said that just like our sadness has no basement, our happiness has no ceiling. I take this to mean that everything is going pretty well for me, considering my diagnosis and all.
My Mom told me a secret the other day. I think she told me because she felt guilty for making me wear that stupid life jacket again. She seriously tried to convince me it was like a super-hero cape and would give me super-hero floating powers…like I’m dumb enough to fall for that. Heeelllooooo….I’m a golden retriever, not a simpleton. Evidence below, btw. At least she got me a vest in a more original color than that silly orange.
Anyway, I digress. Her secret is that she doesn’t like to run with the new dog, Murf. When my Mom and I would run, as I’ve mentioned, I didn’t even need a leash. Evidently Murf, is a VERY BAD LEASH DOG, and she yanks my Mom all over the place, which is very disruptive to the serenity my Mom is trying to achieve during her run. So, my Mom is running without a dog again. I wish I could say I was sorry, and I am a little ashamed to admit it, but I sort of like that I can’t be replaced. It’s selfish, I know, but I’m secretly glad that it didn’t work out with Murf. Also, I REALLY like the fact that when my Mom puts on her running clothes, I’m not the only dog getting left behind. Silly Murf, if only you were as smart as me everything could be so great for you.
At least I’m going for a walk every day. It’s not the same as running, but it’s still nice to get out into the neighborhood again. I heard my Mom tell the neighbors that it’s sort of tough being in limbo about my diagnosis, but then she also mentioned that it’s not like somebody stamped an expiration date on my behind, and cancer or no cancer, you can never really know when your time is up. She’s right, and it just reinforces the policy I’ve always had. Go forth, wag, and be happy, is what I think. It reminds me of this saying she told me once, “The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.” Henry Miller
It’s been a week since my last chemo, and even though my Mom was a little worried she’d let me over-do it at the lake last weekend, I’m feeling great. When I’m feeling great, I’m happy, and when I’m happy, then everyone is happy. Around here, happiness seems to be sort of contagious, which makes me really glad about what my Mom said earlier about our happiness having no ceiling. And if there’s no ceiling, this means we can all fly, right?
This is me and our great neighbor, George, at the cabin. I’m still playing ball, as you can see. Murf and Quasi are watching the fun, but look who has the ball!
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TGIF for sure, Lincoln. Lovely.
Of course you have the ball, dude! You are the Golden Retriever. You are the ruler of the balls! You would have to have zero legs for Murf or Quasi to hope to ever end up with the ball when you were around. Sheeesh. Silly Lincoln. Opie’s mom
You totally look like a superhero Lincoln! No matter what you think about your life jacket you will always look cool in it!
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wow, what fun for you!!! i think glow in the dark yellow is definitely your color – i bet the fishes think you are a giant lure going through the water!! glad you are having high flying adventures!! gayle.
I tried putting that superhero costume on Mackenzie recently and she just looked at me like what are you doing? We haven’t tried it out yet but plan to as soon as it gets warmer. But it sounds like the temps don’t keep you out of the water. You do look like a Superhero Lincoln- love it!
I also love what your mom said, “our sadness has no basement, our happiness has no ceiling.” Quite profound and really makes you think. Happiness is truly contagious….
Is Murf the one with the beard? Dogs don’t have beards! If I was there, you and I could snicker and make jokes at him! “Hey Santa, where’s Rudolf!” Bahahahaha!
Yeah, I’m with you Lincoln…you never know when your time is up! Once my daddy sat on a toothpick and it stuck in his leg and had to be removed a doctor! A toothpick stabbing! He didn’t die but he was stabbed a toothpick!
My advice – don’t worry about cancer but be sure to keep an eye out for toothpicks!
Hey Comet – Quasi is the one with the beard, and trust me, everyone makes fun of him all the time. He belongs to the neighbors, and is sort of the fun police. Whenever anyone else is trying to play, he tries to break it up.
Maybe if somebody cut off his beard he would lighten up. You should come do it while he’s sleeping. That would be awesome!!
Hey, Lincoln! I really like you in your life jacket – you look way cool! I had an awesome weekend this weekend – lots of walks and lots of treats. So I hope that even if your weekend didn’t include swimming that it was still awesome! Your mom sounds totally smart – happiness has no ceiling!
PS – I have a beard, and my dad’s cousin always refers to me as a “he” cuz she doesn’t think girls should have beards. And thanks, Comet – I will watch out for those toothpicks!
Go forth and wag….I love it!
This is the wisest thread …. full of great advice and wonderful quotes …
1) toothpicks are NOT just for teeth anymore – Comet – only your dad would find that out ! lol
2) it’s not like somebody stamped an expiration date on our behinds – but I have an idea for that “I’m turning 50 soon tattoo I want to get” HAHAHA
3) happiness has no ceiling – therefore we dan all fly !
4) Go forth and wag !
5) Tripawds ARE superheros – with or without the glow-in-the-dark cape !
6) and finally, but definitely not least or last … “The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.” Henry Miller
Thanks, Lincoln. Your mom and you (and all the smart/”wise”) dogs who posted are truly inspirational !! 😉
Darn !!! I meant “…we CAN all fly…”…. stupid keyboard.