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The Leavenworth Times - Leavenworth, KS
  • Down Home: The storms of life bring rain, hail, sometimes

  • Dad always said, "when it rains, it pours," and I'm thinking a monsoon would be a better description for the whirlpool of problems we've been dealing with the last two weeks.
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  • Dad always said, "when it rains, it pours," and I'm thinking a monsoon would be a better description for the whirlpool of problems we've been dealing with the last two weeks.
    As always, my boyfriend has been my bridge over troubled water as I struggle with more decisions with Dad. After trips to the dentist and realizing he wasn't going to have any part of getting X-rays or following simple instructions to open or close his mouth, I left the dentist office not knowing any more than I did before.
    His teeth are falling out, yet they don't seem to give him any pain. The dentist suggested having them all pulled although he wouldn't be a candidate for dentures. His food would all need to be pureed.
    It's a matter of quality of life, my boyfriend said. If eating food that looks good is your Dad's enjoyment, you should allow him that. It's a simple answer, yet I struggle with what to do. Until I can tell he's in pain, this problem is put on hold.
    Gathering up planting supplies from the basement, I noticed a puddle of water around the drain. Apparently when you have a septic tank, this isn't a good sign. Now I know why I'm not supposed to drive the tractor over the big hole in the middle of the acreage. Hoping it was just clogged, my boyfriend asked me to help him get the lid off the tank in the ground.
    FYI, if anyone ever asks you to do this, run the other way. Three hours later, after an emergency call to the people who have a job I'd never want, the septic tank was clean and we were back in business.
    Back to the planting supplies, I headed out to the garden to patiently wait while he tilled. Three hours later and two trips to the hardware store, the tiller fired up.
    As we stood admiring our work and watching the dogs run the acreage, it felt like the black cloud had finally lifted until the 10-year-old golden retriever, running faster than the speed of light, fell to the ground.
    Luckily, I know a vet who makes house calls and will do most anything to relieve her mom's stress. My favorite furry friend had torn the ligaments in his knee and would need surgery.
    Dogs aren't just man's best friend, they become our children.
    Handing him over to my daughter, who is the smartest and best veterinarian in the county, I wasn't worried about his care, but those sad eyes stared at me as if he thought I would never come back. She fixed him up and he came home with a shaved leg, stitches and a cone on his head.
    Page 2 of 2 - Dad and dog are both resting comfortably now, and even though I feel the need to try and make them feel better, I guess I'll just remember another thing Dad always said.
    Just let the sleeping dog lie.
    Sandy Turner lives in the Kansas City area and writes this column for GateHouse Media.

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