Hi, I’m Crash, woof! I am Perky Parkie’s super cool dog child and I’ve hijacked her blog today. So grab your biscuits and enjoy the story of my mommy who has Barkinson’s disease.
I am not sure exactly what Barkinson’s disease is, but I can tell you what we do most days. My mommy can act different throughout the day. Usually the mornings, she moves slow and stiff, I think that this is just because she wants to make sure that she doesn’t wake me. I just hang out on our bed and watch her shuffle around. The bed is so warm and comfy that I don’t get up until I hear her getting my breakfast ready. I don’t eat unless she puts some yummy magical beef on top of my boring dog food. I shudder at the thought that some dog children only get dry food to eat… what kind of life is that?
After I eat, I allow mommy to eat her breakfast. She likes these tiny little treats that come in small orange bottles with white lids, but she can hardly get into them. I will just stare at her struggling to open her treats, not lifting a paw. I mean, come on… I would help but I don’t have thumbs! Plus, she won’t ever share her treats with me, but then again, I don’t share mine.
When our bellies are full, I go to the front window and keep an eye out for any danger. It is part of my job as the Alpha to keep our home safe. We don’t live in a bad neighborhood, in fact I have 3 beds made of the softest chenille fabric money can buy, but there is this thug dog downstairs that I have to keep my eye on. He wears this Silence of the Lambs muzzle that makes him look like Hannibal Lecter. I assume it is because he is so ugly, but the mask is so creepy that I have to bark and laugh at him.
My mommy usually sits on the couch and stares at the television watching the news. When I feel up to it, I whine at her as I stand by the front door, this tells her that I am ready to take her for a walk. She gets up and puts on shoes… oh this part is so exciting! I take her outside for a stroll and this is one of my favorite times of the day. Sometimes my mommy gets upset because I pull on the leash too hard. I don’t mean to jerk her around, but I get so excited, I have to follow my nose. And technically I am taking her for a walk, so she should try to keep up.
After our walk, I notice that mommy can’t sit still. She is dancing around the apartment getting ready to go to work. I heard her talking on the phone to my Grandma that she has “Dogkinesia”. Not sure what that means, but I won’t be sharing my treats with any new dog child, I don’t care how much dancing she does. Now I send mommy to work, someone has to make money to pay for my treats, not to mention, I want to take a nap and there is no way that is happening with her bouncing around the place.
Although I am in a deep sleep dreaming about chasing gophers, I hear the beep of mommy’s car and I am at the window in a flash. It’s like a surprise everyday when she comes home, like she has been gone for years. I can’t wait to tell her what I did all day, but now she is moving so slow and rigid. It takes her forever to get up the stairs to our front door, but I wait patiently for her arrival. When she opens the front door, she isn’t smiling, but after a few kisses from me, she lights up.
Then we get to have more treats. Again, she is so selfish with her special treats, never shares. She always does this before I let her take me to the dog child park. Once she has her special goodies, she’s ready to walk. I take her down the street to the park, so I can let her off the leash. Then it’s back home so we can eat our dinner and then fall asleep together on the couch.
It’s late at night and my mommy won’t stop moving her legs. I’m getting annoyed because I just want to keep snuggling next to her in our warm bed, but she just keeps me up. She always seems to get this way at night. Sometimes she moves around so much I have to go under the bed just to get some peace and quiet. We usually wake up in the morning tired from her flopping around. But I still love her and will even go out with her on the couch when she can’t sleep, just to keep her company.
Even though we have been through thick and thin, I am always there for my mommy. I have to take care of her, so she can take care of me. I know that she has Barkinson’s disease, but that doesn’t make her who she is. In fact, I think that it makes her better because she helps save people who also have Barkinson’s. Just like she saved me from the shelter. Now I think I will have her take me for a car ride… it is such a rush to feel the wind in your fur!