Mind a-whirling

My dog woke me up from a nightmare about David and Louise Turpin--the sick, sick parents who abused their children. I can't make sense of it. Children are innocent and vulnerable, need to be protected and nurtured. I was glad it was a dream but once I was awake, I was awake all night, my mind whirling and whirling. My children had taken Pudgie the dog to the emergency clinic on Saturday. I thought he might have an intestinal blockage. He did not, but the doctor noticed some thickening in the colon wall. Took some xrays and our clinic did an ultrasound, but the photos were inconclusive. I decided to visit a holistic vet who has treated our cats and guinea pig. He said that colon cancer in dogs is rare, suggested that Pudge had irritable bowel symdrome. He wants Pudge to lose some weight and take magnesium and colon treatment. He would have liked Pudge to eat high fiber Royal Canin, but Pudge does not like dry food. I have managed to take the dogs for walks around the school. Really enjoy the company of my 8 month old granddaughter. She can raise her arms above her head and clap her hands. I enjoy time spent with the baby, dogs and my dad. I feel the loss of my mother, my great nephew, my friend who was brain injured in the car accident. My husband suggested that we sell exercise equipment--the bo flex and health rider. Once my daughter decides which pieces of furniture she wants for her apartment, I want to have a sale. Working on a strategy to make it successful. Lent begins on Wednesday. I am going to work on Pope Francis' idea to fast from hurting words, sadness, anger, pessismism, worries, complaints, pressures, bitterness, selfishness, grudges and words.