I guess I haven’t mentioned Speck in a while because I’m receiving emails asking about him. He’s ok . . not great. He’s 12 years old and has had tummy/digestive issues for several years. They seem to be happening more often and I can tell that often he doesn’t feel good. I’m not sure why but he doesn’t want to come to the sewing room with me any more. He will sit with us if we’re sitting watching TV or knitting but as soon as I get up, he goes into his crate and that’s where he’s most comfortable. When I say “Do you want to go sew?”, he used to would run to the front door and wait for me. Now when I say that, he goes into the crate. I always ask him and it’s rare that he wants to come over with me. I thought he didn’t like walking on the rocks in the driveway so I now carry him but he still doesn’t want to come over. Last week one day, he did want to come with me and he stayed a couple of hours but then he wanted to go back to the house. I go back over there every few hours and take him for a walk, pet him for a while and ask him again if he wants to come sew but he never does.
Every now and then, he acts like a puppy — runs and jumps and seems full of energy.
On a positive note, if I leave him, whether it’s going to the grocery store or going to Louisiana for a week, he gets sick . . which means throwing up or worse. Vince tells me that he sits on the back of the sofa watching the driveway, waiting for me to return. The last time I went to mom’s (she does not like dogs in the house!), I had to bring him because I was afraid he wouldn’t make it with me gone for a few days. When I went to go to Chad’s, I couldn’t take him. He bites and he’s so jealous. He won’t even let Vince come close to me most of the time. I surely didn’t want to have to watch him constantly while I was holding the baby. So, Speck stayed home. Vince took off the morning I left to console Speck and Vince said that the entire time I was gone, he didn’t seem terribly upset.
We continue to enjoy him while we have him but we’re preparing ourselves for a day, probably sooner rather than later, when he’ll be gone.
Goodness, I’m bawling just thinking about it!
Thank you all for asking about him and thinking about him. He’s “just a dog” but he’s our baby!









