Hi friends –
It has been a bit since I wrote about every day types of things. I know Dad thinks they are boring to read about but I think these days can be just as important as one of our weekend outings, or a drive half way across the country. Sometimes I have to remind Dad that the boring stuff didn’t used to be; it’s good to show that being a team gets easier and we’re here to bring awareness to the “everyday” as much as the adventures. In this post I’ll try and give you a few of our lesser trips.
I have to share a little secret. There are times when Dad leaves me with the family while he runs an errand. They are very few, and far between, but it has to happen for my safety. Okay, so really the only time I remember it happening is when Dad has gone to the gas station to get gas for the lawn mower, or to get propane for the grill. The most recent time he did both on the same trip, he said because my car is an SUV he doesn’t want me in the car with the fumes, and if there is an accident he wants to be sure I survive.
When he got back we talked and he said that there was a perfect example why we’re better together.
After he exchanged the propane tank and secured it on the floor of the passenger side he closed the door and stepped back. As soon as he did Dad slipped on some sand and ended up flat on his back. As he collected the items that fell out of his pocket he thought, this is why I need Casper! If I had been there he would not have fallen backward.
We may get one of those trailer hitch cargo carriers. He’s been wanting to a few upgrades for our truck for quite awhile. For some reason he has a hard time putting anything he wants at the top of the list. (Mom gets upset with him for that, especially because usually want he wants is not really wasteful.)
For several weeks now I guess, Mom and Dad have been working with a bank, scanning, printing signing their names to documents like they were important. I asked Dad why he was doing this and he told me that since the family decided to keep our home in Oklahoma he wanted to reduce his interest rate. This seems silly to me if we stay, why be less interested? Dad says that what he’s talking about is different. He reminded me how human words sometimes mean more than one thing. Whatever, as long as cookies still mean the same thing I just pretend to listen. As the process ended we actually had to leave the house so he could act important again. I asked where we were going and was told that we had to close on the house. (If we close the house where are we going to live? This is so silly.)
It turned out to be okay because I got to meet some new people. They were very nice and I think we spent as long talking about me, as Mom and Dad did signing papers. We chatted about the work that I do for Dad, SDP, ADA law, and all the typical questions that most are dying to ask about Service Dogs but rarely have a chance. I even think they follow me on Facebook now! Woot, more fans!
The other day I took Dad to the People V.E.T. This was a new one and it was over 30 minutes away, but we did just fine since we drove Mom last month for one of her appointments. Dad’s internal GPS isn’t always the best, so a smooth trip is welcomed.
We get to the desk to sign-in with over 30 minutes to spare because Dad is a new patient and there is always paperwork to do…except this time there wasn’t. It turns out they verbally ask questions after you get to the exam room; maybe it’s because I brought Dad in. We didn’t ask we just went along for the ride. When they went through the standard process of checking vitals, and measuring weight and height someone asked to meet me. Dad instinctively said “No. he’s working.”, but the PA needed him to balance on his own since I was tipping the scale. So, he called the lady back over to us and asked if she would stand right there, take my lead and say hello. She seemed happy, and so was I. The interruption was brief, but fun.
Once we met the doctor we did far more talking about me than Dad, of course. Dad was fine. He’s always fine, just ask ‘em. The doctor seemed amazed that a person over forty had good blood pressure, good cholesterol, good reflexes, good eyes, takes NO medication, doesn’t smoke, and rarely drinks. He did have to get a cootie shot, though. Dad said it was a tetanus shot, but I said, “whatever Dad – Circle Circle Dot Dot”… (BOL). As we left the office we met a man at the door who had the typical horse comment, and he tried to pet me, but we were patient, as Dad grinned the best he could. We answered the questions on the tasks I perform and why kids should never ride dogs! Finally, we got out the door and to the truck.
We won’t be making a trip north this year. There has just been so much going on in all of our lives that make a six-day drive there and back unnecessary, as much as we would love to see everyone and visit it just isn’t in the cards. Mom & Dad are trying to get everything back in an easy flow since we decided that we needed to stay in Oklahoma, at least until both girls are out of high school. We have a trip to see family in California in January, and so much else happening. We miss you all, and we will try again next year. I’ve had enough of 2016 already!
I’m calling for “Casper Tour Fan-Fest 2017!!” It could happen if all the monkeys square away their business.
I think that’s all of the short stories I’ve been keeping in my service vest for now.
I’ll try and be more interesting next time.
If you have questions or want to talk about anything specific post in the comments.