Hi! It’s me, Luther.
Things have been pretty crazy lately, but Mom told me I could blog again whenever I was ready. I think I’m ready, now. Mom’s happy to type for me, especially since there are lots more people like you these days who might wonder what we’ve been up to.
In the time called May, I had eye surgery. Technically, I already couldn’t see, but had my eyes removed because they were growing things called cataracts and they hurt a lot.
It wasn’t fun. Mom and I had to be very careful that I didn’t scratch or run into things before my sutures were healed. That felt like a LONG time.
Then, my Auntie Karen came one day and it took a whole lot of time to get black (!) sutures out of my face. It really wasn’t much fun.
I’m doing better, now. My family and friends are learning to help me by saying words I understand. Step is one of my favorites because it tells me a very important thing.
I have a new outfit. It’s a harness that has signs on the sides that say, Luther. Blind. Friendly. People read it and want to be my friend, which I like a lot.
I also like people coming to paint. Mom has lots of friends who come and do Intentional Creativity ®. Frankly, that’s hard for me to understand, except that I run into easels now and then, but it makes them happy and we all hang out together and I think that’s a good thing.
Mom paints the most. We listen to music and sometimes she dances and sometimes she cries.
She always reminds Phoebe and me that crying is not a bad thing. Sometimes it means that you just feel things a lot.
We understand that. We’re Newfoundland rescue dogs. Being a rescue dog is hard in a lot of ways. We’ve both been through times when we didn’t have enough love or food. Sometimes we were hurt. And we’re still missing Sarah.
Mom says there’s a painting called Apothecary like that. It has to do with turning tragedies into remedies.
I think remedy means that now somebody loves you and you are enough and there are more good days to come.
At least, I hope so.
It means that our girls love us, too. And loving ourselves also counts!
Today is our first day of what Mom is calling Radical Self Care. She says that if she takes better care of herself she’ll have more choices about things that are important to her. Dad is in charge of something called moral support.
Phoebe and I are important. And Mom and Dad are working really hard to help me have fun, even if I can’t see, which may be kind of like what she’s talking about.
There’s also a rumor that it might mean more of the thing called grooming. I’m getting better at that!
Sleep is sounding good tonight. And, tomorrow, more paint.
May whatever is sounding good to you be true, as well.
PS… Phoebe says I should say that we didn’t spill the paint on the floor!