My favorite Mother

Three things to know about my mother:

1. She has an insentient need to always be accomplishing something (she brings a garbage bag on a walk so she can pick up trash)

2. She recently acquired my brother's 14 year-old dog. He is in good health, but rickety. My mom is in her 50's, she is in good health, but dramatically rickety.

3. She likes to document things: "when in doubt document in writing"



Email from this morning:


TJ # 2012-03-22 - AM

I let him out at 1:30am
came back 1:45 am
ate - slept for a while
5:30 am - Jeffery clipped on rope out front
6:30 - TJ gone - clip on rope - ??? disappeared/broken
6:45 - TJ returns
6:45 - 7:20 am - Mom & TJ to Golfcourse - Free Range

event less - but

At golf course, Mom, doing her civic duty as well as making herself satisifed --
proceeded to go off path, down SGC Hole #5'
The landscape - 60' slope with branches/shrubs/prickers galore
but bottom was filled with cans bottles... and a dear eyesour.
I totally filled the shopping bag with cans & bottles
with a bonus of 5 golf balls retrieved & covered about 1/2 of what was there !

Meanwhile, TJ, knew I was down 20 feet or so in the ditch
He left me to my task and kept checking back ---- several times.
About 10 minutes into the trash picking,
I looked up, and he was to my far right -
trying to make it down the steep hill, he had made it down about 5'

In response,
knowing that he weighed 62.3 lbs,
knowing that he wasn't able to climb back..
knowing that we were in a ditch surrounded by pricker bushes...
knowing that I'd have to carry or push him back up
I verbally commanded him to stop....

after he continued to pursue his aim to join me...or just ignore verbal commands...
I started hurring back up the slope
My hands grasping onto patches of grass...myself also slipping & sliding ...
to get back on the top to move to where I could climb down to retrieve him

Well, I was able to get about 5' down the hill and off he went, trying to continue his path - DOWN.

Then Suddenly!!
He rolled the rest of the way down, down, down (several rolls)
landing with feet up.... like a crab on the sand - in the prickers.

In panic, like Wonder Women, I slid myself down, thru the prickers
to help and....then when I was about 3/4th of way down...

The mightly determined TJ, righted himself
and then proceeded to go further in ... futher in....
until I couldn't see him at all.

I crawled myself up the hill, knowing that there was nothing I could do.

Finally, I reached the top, righted myself and ... and...just then !!!

Alas - TJ comes bopping down the path - so so happy to see me.

What to do?