I just had to tell you about yesterday.
I went to the doctor to sit down with him and get the results of all my tests. The bad news was that I have a genetic predisposition for high cholesterol. That just annoys the heck out of me, but what are you going to do? I’m now taking a statin, which I really didn’t want to do, but diet won’t fix it. The numbers did drop a little after eating a plant based diet, but not enough. I also am giving up coffee (again) because it raises your LDL and my LDL is out of sight. Bummer.
Good news: my A1C dropped to 5.7 which means I’m officially not pre-diabetic anymore.
But the really, really, really good news that I wanted to share with you was about Stanley.
He got car sick the other day when we went to the drugstore. He was just miserable. I knew something was wrong because he wasn’t whining. Stanley HATES riding in the car.
So, yesterday when I had to run to the drugstore to get the prescription for the statin I decided to leave him at home. Remember the two times I tried to leave without Stanley? The first time he was screaming because he was in a crate. The second time he ate through the wooden baby gate.
I told him that I had to go bye-bye and that I’d be back soon. I turned on the TV in the living room to a dog series, gave him some cookies, closed the door, and turned on the security system.
As I got into my car I didn’t hear any screaming. Nor did I hear anything as I pulled out.
Unfortunately, I was longer than I thought I’d be because the drive-thru wasn’t open. I had to go into the drugstore and stand in line. (I did grab a dog toy on the endcap as I was waiting, however. A bribe for Stanley.)
When I got home, about a half hour later, all was well. There were no accidents anywhere. Stanley hadn’t chewed anything or destroyed anything in a fit of pique. He just wiggled his little butt at me. I petted him all over and told him how wonderful he was, then gave him his new stuffed hedgehog.
I know that Stanley being alone for 30 minutes sounds like something minor, but isn’t that brilliant? Maybe his separation anxiety is going away, or is helped by having the run of the house. All I know is that I was so relieved and proud of him. I wanted to share that with you since you know how anxious he’s been from the beginning.
(One of my first thoughts was that I wanted to tell y’all about Stanley, so I guess that answers the question about the blog. I’m not giving it up. I’d miss all of you too much.)