Life is like a bowel of cherries with many pits and if you talk about something, it almost always happens…
Yesterday the internet was down for many hours and electricity was off for many more hours. This is life in the Tiny Russian Village and life goes on as if nothing happens. So I did not post and read several books. It was a good day…. It was nice to see some news this morning, but as always the news pretty well sucks in most aspects…
Same theme; America in chaos and most of the world is happy, with exceptions of meandering sticking the USA nose where it does not belong. Sometimes I wish that America would just go belly up like a bloated goldfish and get it all over…
We deserve it, even if you think we don’t…
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Boza and I walked at 4:30 a.m. after doing several drops in his eyes and when we got back we did the rest of his drops. Boza ate good and I have sat and enjoyed two cups of coffee. The second is being finished as I write this…
Several families have shown up to the village and it is not busy, but it is active right now. This is summer and city people get out to the dachas and villages in Russia. They bring their kids and let the little monkey’s experience country life. Kids are expected to help plant kitchen gardens, flower gardens and milk the neighbors goat or cow if they have one. It really does give a better foundation for the child to see real life and what makes life go on. For you never know when the power will go out for days at a time and dealing with nature gives you knowledge that a city is unable to offer..
Children are taught how to use hand tools and one of the first most tools is a scythe…. Cutting that grass around the home is impertinent to keeping snakes down and away. They also are taught to hammer nails, work on fixing home repairs and walking in the fields and forest. It is good to see that people pass on the importance of country life. This means Moscow and other big cities are half empty and thus makes the cities more livable for the ones staying. It is a win win for all. It also brings much needed money to the countryside, for city people, it seems, have more free cash than the ones living in the Tiny Russian Villages and or dachas…
When you live in a climate such as Moscow resides in, you must take what summer we get and utilize that summer to the maximum. You also grow veggies and enjoy the fruits of your labors. Anything grown by your hands is the best there is and never forget that…
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Boza is under the bed and sleeping. He has had his medicine and now his eyes are better. I wake around 3 a.m. and I listen to him waking up. Boza’s eyes start bothering him several hours before his medicine time and I watch him to make sure that he is not suffering. I have gels and such to help ease the time frame till the next drops. The medicine is strong and we must not exceed such dosages, or he will have issues. It has taken us months to get him adjusted to the dosages that he gets now and he is at max to say the least. We have succeeded in saving his right eye. The left is gone, but he is a trooper and loves life anyway. It is a shame that his sight is so bad in his good eye!
Sounds strange? Not really, his right eye is healthy to a point, but sight went anyway. We just keep that eyes clear and when he can see in certain light conditions, life is better for all of us. Sunlight is hard on him and early morning when it is mostly shade and late evening the same, Boza is able to see enough to explore and dodge things that get in his way. It really makes walking him better. When you walking him totally blind, life is nothing but, “Stop (стоп), left (повернуть налево), right (поверни направо) and let’s go (Пойдем)!”
But!
Boza is treated as if nothing is wrong and I let him be “Alpha Wannabe”, so when he trots out in front and his tail is curled over his back and he acts like he knows where he is going? I let him believe and dance with life. I only tell right, left and stop when needed. I also say things like, “What you doing? Where you going?” With such statements he knows to rethink where he is going…. But I let him find his way whenever possible and for the most part he gets around pretty good…
Boza loves life and I let him lead (even blind) the way as often as possible…
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Oh and yes! Remember, “Russia Did It!”
WtR