Two Months…almost

At the two-month mark (okay, so I’m two days early), it’s easier to count the things Tate can’t do than can.  And none of them are important, but here goes anyway:

He can’t jump up into the Jeep but he can jump into the truck.  He’s much more comfortable now with being lifted up than he was at first…when Dad does it.  I have to lift half at a time; he’s not crazy about that.

He can’t dodge Loretta anymore, he falls down and then he doesn’t want to play anymore.  But he keeps going back for more, runs up to her front door and waits for someone to bring her out.

He can’t jump up on Grandma’s bed.  He shouldn’t be up there anyway, but she makes me help him up so she can properly spoil him.

He used to jump up on us whenever we hugged but he doesn’t do that anymore.  He still comes running though, and pokes his nose in between us.  “No affection around here without me!”

I finally figured out why he keeps on stopping when we go on walks.  He wants me to get far ahead so he can run and catch up, running is easier than walking.  Now it’s a game, he waits until I turn around to look for him before he comes running.  And really, when he’s running, you can’t even tell he only has three legs.  I can’t tell you how many people have said, “Oh my gosh!  I didn’t even notice!”

So that’s the latest Tater-Tot report.  And you know, it seems to me that he’s more affectionate, he snuggles into me now and he didn’t do that much before.  He’s just more of all the best of Tate.  Maybe we just appreciate him more.  Doesn’t matter, we are enjoying the heck out of him, and he’s enjoying life to the fullest.

As always, thanks to everyone for being there for us.

Author: tatespeeps

Tate came to us in October 2007, was diagnosed with histiocytic sarcoma in February 2011, had a hemipelvectomy on March 15, 2011, and left us on November 28, 2011. He was 5 years old.

9 thoughts on “Two Months…almost”

  1. Happy (almost) two months Tate!!
    You know the cool thing about dogs- they don’t usually miss the thing’s they can’t do anymore. That’s another thing we two leggers get to worry about!
    People used to ask me why Maggie was limping when she was going slow! Of course she was pretty low to the ground being a pug- but still!
    Treasure every day with Tate- sounds like you all are doing great.

    Karen and the pugapalooza

  2. “more if the best of tate” that is just such a wonderful sentiment…it should be on a t-shirt. so glad tate is doing so well, and everyone is moving forward and enjoying the good life!! happy two month ampuversary tater tot!!

    charon & gayle

  3. An old Cherokee proverb goes “Don’t let yesterday use up too much of today.”

    Are you part Cherokee Tate? Because you’re sure living up to that!

  4. Tate shouldn’t be jumping around anyway, but I bet he’s much better at making people smile these days! 🙂

    FYI: Dr. Waldman suggests that if any dog sits down on a walk, he’s gone too far. Consider adjusting the length of Tate’s walks, take lots of breaks, and always bring along water.


  5. Tate’s Favorite Things

    Cottontail rabbits who don’t here me coming
    Soft squishy dogs treats just perfect for gumming
    Unguarded pizza that Domino’s brings
    These are a few of my favorite things

    Comfy bed pillows piled on Grandma’s bed
    Anyone willing to scratch me on my head
    FedEx dog cookies when the doorbell rings
    These are a few of my favorite things

    Warm summer lakes just perfect for swimmin’
    Tennis balls thrown to me by beautiful women
    Those wonderful folks who make red RuffWear slings
    These are a few of my favorite things

    Since my leg’s gone
    Since it got sawn
    Since I no longer hurt
    I know I have so much more life to enjoy
    So love me and bring my dessert!

  6. Thank you, everyone, for your good wishes. And special thanks to Dakota Dawg for the wonderful poem! Your poems are one of our favorite things!

    BTW, Tate doesn’t sit, he stops. He used to sit, and then we’d stop. But then after a few weeks, he’d just stop and we’d stop. Everyone would stare at each other.
    “Why are we stopping?”
    “Okay, you can stay, I’m going.”
    So we’d go, he’d stay, and then he’d come running…and stop.
    So it’s not a sit-stop, it’s just a stop. : )

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