Today, I have a bruise. No, that is not a joy of aging, that is a natural result of being clumsy, and it is an integral part of our story for today.
Before my mother moved into an apartment, she stayed with us in our finished walk-out downstairs. I don’t like to admit my mother lived in the basement, so I say downstairs. It sounds cruel. However, the first family (no, not the Obamas) the family who built on this property, lived in that basement, as a house the whole time they lived here. It wasn’t until they sold the property, that the next owner built an upstairs to the finished walk-out basement.
While mom was living here, she had her dog (Irritating Little Chihuahua) with her. Chihuahua weighed about eight pounds at that time and is definitely a lap dog. She would rather walk on your legs and lap than on the floor. Now, mom’s skin is getting thin and she is very sensitive to touch and I would constantly hear mom yelling at Chihuahua about stepping on her legs and hurting her.
When mom moved to her apartment, she decided it was best to leave Chihuahua here.
Lesson for today:
Do not judge another person’s pain until you have walked a mile in their shoes. Or, in this case, had a 7.2 lb Irritating little Chihuahua walk on your bruises.