I truly love my dogs. They keep me active and healthier. Because of my medical condition, Myalgic Encephalomyelitis (ME), and I'm so tired of pain, fibromyalgia, the dogs get me outdoors.

I used to love hiking, skiing, swimming, and more, but my life completely took a left turn when I wanted to keep going straight. At age 42, after a trip to Myanmar, taking a patient home, my life came to a halt. No more skiing, no more swimming.

I went from walking with a cane to a walker and finally a wheelchair. Hated it. Especially the manual wheelchair. I was completely under the control of whoever was pushing it. I'm very independent, and as I said hated it.

Several years later, I was able to walk again, although my body has weakened considerably, and my asthma is much worse after contracting COVID 19 last summer. Yes, indeed, I had all my vaccines, and it was the first time I caught it. It was a new strain.

My dear husband brought it home from the doctor's office. 

So, back to the dogs. They're soft and fluffy. One is 80 pounds, and one is 12 pounds, Oscar and Daisy. They love to cuddle, go for walks and definitely love barking at any leaf that may fall across the street. Then again, maybe it's that squirrel who loves to tease them by running back and forth, back and forth in front of the tall window. 

They fill my heart with joy and force me to get out of the house.

Yes, this blog is all over the place, but forgive me, it's my very first blog. And I felt like free-writing.

Next time I'll be more organized. :)