I HAVE NO THUMBS!

So my MOM is a little incapacitated. She had surgery on her eye (it’s another diabetic thing-stupid diabetes). So I needed to step up and help her. When she got home from the surgery I knew that she needed to have dinner. I grabbed the car keys and thought I’d go get her something special. But guess what?

I HAVE NO THUMBS! Can’t turn the car on.

So I thought, “What’s better than take out? A home cooked meal.”

I foraged around in the fridg and pulled out a few of her favorites, veggies and fish.

Now to chop up the veggies…. But guess what? I HAVE NO THUMBS! I could not hold the knife.

Not all is lost, I still have the fish. Going pretty good now.

I’ve got it in the pan. But guess what?

I HAVE NO THUMBS! I can’t turn the fish over.

On to plan C. I poured her a bowl of my kibble with a carton of milk.

It looks good to me. And hey she can’t see anyway so… But wait there is a knock at the door.

And Angel come to save us. It’s our friend Jenni (she calls me Gooseberry) and she brought DINNER!

Yummy spaghetti squash, grilled chicken and cherry tomatoes!  Thanks Jenni!!

Then after Jenni left I thought I’d read a book to my MOM. One of my favorites, William Wegman’s “Polaroids”. It’s has tons and tons of photos of Weimaraners.

But guess what? I HAVE NO THUMBS!

I can’t turn the pages. And MOM frowns on me using my tongue.

But you know what, it doesn’t take thumbs to bring my MOM comfort, warmth and love. All it takes is me, cuddling with her.

I’m with you many hours a day, and never a word am I able to say.
But I can say more with a look or two, such as I Love You!
As you do your chores throughout the day, I’m by your side, every step of the way. When you stop to eat, you can bet I’m there, sitting of course, in my favorite chair.
Then as you lay down to sleep, I’m there by your side, my vigil to keep.
And I thank the Lord, in the heaven above, for my MOM and for God’s love.

Blessings,

Goose