The Scoop on Poop (and a good awning story)

Few talk about it (Oprah excepted, bless her) but nothing focuses the attention more than poop going awry. Goody it seems has been plucking her tummy hair (Frontline now applied) and eating it, gumming up her intestines. She tries and produces a little in which, my close inspection and teasing with a stick reveals, there is lots of hair. Yesterday's post mentioned the suppository. As this is new territory for me I called G bar G Vets again and talked to Thea. You don't need all the details but "first joint" and "pretty near your whole finger" figured in the conversation. Goody is starting to pay attention when I get behind her. The laxative seems to be helping some and I upped the dose. She is still not 100% but is not going backwards today.

Then there are the neighbors: They failed to pay attention and the waste tanks on their coach got too full essentially rendering it a $180,000 outhouse. Grandma was distressed. After the men got back from soggy golf, it was too late for the honeywagon so they decided to go to the dumpsite.

Their Carefree fully automatic electric awning failed to retract. Of course I got involved. We checked fuses and circuits-still no movement. Grandma was sticking her head out the window gasping for air and kibitzing. Todd finally found his manual but no help there. I got on the Internet and went to the Carefree website. There was a way to connect electricity directly to the awning motor. So Todd was standing on my picnic table on top of his Coleman portable grill while "daddy" tried to maintain jumper cable contact on the Chevy Tahoe. This was in the DARK and in the RAIN by now. By fits and starts we got the darn thing rolled up. Off they went. I helped Todd back into his site in the dark.

Visited with Todd for awhile this morning. He is a high-end contractor building million dollar plus homes in the mountains. Only 43 but he has already had a stroke. A nice man. He is a very busy man so a couple of times a year he asks his folks where they want to go and they go. In the sixties they lived here in John Prince Park. "Daddy" and mom and four kids in a 20 foot travel trailer, moving out for a day every three weeks to renew eligibility while dad built their home on Hypoluxo Road.

Todd built a home for Wayne Huizenga the owner of the Miami Dolphins. They were off to golf on Wayne's private golf course today. Grandma stayed home and took a nice long shower (you can tell because coach water heaters sound like a propane torch.)

I'll have dinner with Lori and Jason tonight.