To the light house

Yesterday morning I said, “hey pup, would you like to have a little breakfast so you have some energy for an adventure?”

It had been a few days.  Days earlier, Putney had blown her pads on a particularly long walk and was forced to rest.

Sam and I left her at home when we went to the airport to get Hill.

The morning after Hill’s arrival I realized that I had probably put it off long enough and that I should be running in to the emergency room to make sure that my leg wasn’t going to become gangrenous, so another rest day for Putney.  More on that.

So.  By the time I offered her that energy breakfast, she was more than ready, and knew exactly what I meant.  I put her food down, and by the time I got to the door to go out to the dock, she was finished eating and on my heels.  By the time I got to the boat to mix up some new gas for the motor, she had already managed to climb in on her own.  This is a trick that she can only do at low tide, by scrambling out on some rocks, and a trick that she has no hope of UN-doing at any tide.

“It’s going to be a little while, pup.”

The first couple of trips that I made back to the dock, first with gas, then with a backpack with camera and some food, she was looking up at me eagerly.  15 minutes later, I think she realized that she had made a miscalculation.  She had not realized when she jumped in the boat that Sam and Hill were in no hurry at all, and that they were inside having a nice brunch, so that they wouldn’t be cranky by the half way point.  By the time we all made it out to the boat, almost half an hour after she had jumped in, she was seeming a little embarrassed.  She didn’t even look up.  Simply sat on the front seat of the boat looking out over the bay as though that had been her plan all along.

Unfortunately, the three days off didn’t really prove to be enough.  By the time we’d made it up to the lighthouse, she was limping again.  Poor doggie.  So I made the hike back by myself to fetch the boat and motored around to pick up the other three.

When we got home, I was feeling pretty pathetic too.  Cold and tired, and still very tender despite several days of antibiotics.

I went to bed early, and slept late.  Better luck today.

Pooping in Nova Scotia

As you all know, I poop different.

Back in January I started irrigating.  It has totally changed my quality of life.  I am basically continent.  I irrigate every other day, and the rest of the time nothing happens.  I’ve gotten into a pretty good routine with it all at home.  In my own bathroom.  With running hot and cold water.  Here in NS, things are a little different.

Naturally, no running water is the biggest issue.    When you’ve got running water right next to you, a toilet that flushes, and a shower to jump into, the mess that irrigation can create is pretty easily dealt with.  Here, I’m just sitting in an outhouse, hoping that everything goes where it’s supposed to!

Distilled water needs to be heated up to body temp on the stove.

Extra bucket of well water goes out with me in case of a mess.

Sun shower filled with warm water heated up on the wood stove (not much sun today!) and hung up outside for a little post poop rinse off..  (in the rain this morning.. strange to stand in the cold rain and have a warm shower).

Irrigation bag.

Irrigation sleeve, and a cap to put on after.


Cup of coffee.


It took about 5 trips back and forth to the outhouse just to get set up!  Quite an adventure.

I’m sure you were curious.

(a sphincter is a pretty handy thing!).