Sunday, March 9, 2014 

Betty called this morning. A little early, I thought. Forgot that the clocks were moved ahead. Awoke to find mom in the bathroom. Toilet filled with tissues and toilet paper. Quite a mess! Wasn’t about to fish it all out. Fortunately, it flushed. She had not washed her hands, so I counseled her. Then I will off to see to the pups. 

This morning, had to wash the Mutt Mats and dog bed covers. Lucy’s been leaking. Took an extra long walk this morning to be sure Lucy would finish her business outside. Met Bud and the Duke of Laurelee and Lois and Kirk. And I think that was Mr. George with a new little dachshund. Mr. George lost his wife some years ago and loves dogs. He often goes to shelters and walks them. But I think the little one we met today is his own. Nice to get out. Nice to breathe fresh air and clear the lungs. Nice to see the neighbors. I wish mom could get out. Wish mom could walk any distance at all. Wish mom knew where she was and remembered who I am, that her house was in New Jersey and that this is Pennsylvania, that it’s morning—not afternoon or evening, that Betty comes by every morning to walk the pups with me, that “the Black Dog” is Valentino and “the White Dog” is Lucia, that the television is in her room and there is none in the living room… 

Soon enough, mom will be able to sit on the porch and admire whatever flowers and shrubs survived the winter.