Sunday was a very busy day – made even busier by very little sleep Saturday night. That’s not really anything new for me; and thankfully, not a repetitive event for this trip. Our day started early as we left Pigeon Forge. I slipped a note to our neighbors before we left, leaving our contact info – if they would like to keep in touch. I would love to keep in touch with them. I don’t leave our contact info very often; this is only the second time. We stopped for gas, some fresh produce – and headed east.
After 3 and a half hours, filled with gorgeous views, traffic, and V-E-R-Y windy roads, we reached our first stop for the day. I haven’t had many problems with motion while riding in the RV in the 10 years we’ve owned it; I read directions, google driving options, etc while in motion and have been fine. HOWEVER, these particular West Virginia/Tennessee/North Carolina mountain roads are giving me a run for my money! The twists and turns and inclines and declines and switchbacks – UGH!
At 1 p.m. we reached Chimney Rock State Park. Our RV was welcomed warmly; we were given a safe place to park. We met Rich’s LONGTIME friend Rick and his wife Donna for a fun afternoon hiking. Note that I used “fun” and “hiking” in the same sentence – that doesn’t happen often. Chimney Rock has several different hiking trails available. Some are strenuous, some easy, some dog friendly, some not. We chose the “Hickory Nut Falls” trail. Rick hikes quite often, he posts pictures all the time of his beautiful hiking accomplishments. Donna is a very athletic person as well – she would have little to no trouble hiking. Rich, as you know, is very athletic – and was excited to do this trail. Roxy loves anywhere that she can pull humans up a hill. And then, there’s me. This is the description of the hike we chose to do:
“This moderate hike is 1.4 miles round trip. It is an out-and-back hike and takes the average hiker 45 minutes to an hour to complete. It is recommended for families with small children; however, we do not suggest strollers or wheelchairs. The trail is gently rolling but has several moderate uphill sections, some rocky terrain and a small set of stairs at the base of the Hickory Nut Falls. Picnic tables, benches, and resting areas are conveniently located throughout the trail offering a great opportunity to catch your breath, relax, and take in the ambiance of Mother Nature. At the base of the falls, you can find a rare and unique ecosystem. The cool and damp rock face provides homes for many rare plants and amphibians. Cooling off in the waterfall mist and taking in the spectacular view at the end of this trail makes the journey totally worth it.”
So, in my language, NOT moderate! I don’t know how long it took us, but we made it to the base of the falls, took pictures, met nice people, and made it back down. The loose gravel on the path bothered me the most; I often felt I didn’t have a solid footing. And, as the path was SUPER steep, I had trouble catching my breath. The one saving grace was Donna. We were engaged in conversation the entire way, and our discussions distracted my lack of athletic prowess. Additionally, all the others in our hiking party (except Roxy!) kept checking in with me to see if I needed to stop, water, etc. Overall, and surprisingly, I did pretty well. It was great to catch up with Donna, super nice for Rich and Rick to catch up, and amazing to have a perfect autumn Sunday afternoon. We said goodbye around 4 p.m., and headed for our final destination for the day – and the real reason for this entire RV trip in the first place.
So, let me share a little back story, if I can. Roxy was a belated 50th birthday present for Rich. It was the only pandemic possible gift I could give him. After all, for my pre-pandemic 60th birthday/ retirement, there was a trip to Vegas, a Vegas concert, several New York concerts, a humongous surprise party, several small celebrations, a subsequent trip to the Keys, and more. For Rich’s 50th in April of 2020, there were: balloons, dinner, zoom parties – and that’s it. There’s not a lot of equity there, right? So, as Rich’s fifty FIRST birthday was approaching, with no real sign of the pandemic getting better, I reached into my soul – and came up with the idea of getting a dog. It was just about the only thing Rich ever requested and to which I said no. It was also one (and still is) of the least understood decisions of my life.
The first 9 months of Roxy’s life were very difficult for me, as I had NO prior experience with a dog. I didn’t speak “dog”. And Roxy was not an easy, no worry puppy. Roxy was the MONICA of puppies. She was High Maintenance 24/7. She didn’t sleep, wouldn’t crate, pulled on leash like an elephant, had stomach issues constantly, couldn’t eat any “dog” food, wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t calm down – and wouldn’t stop growing!
As I’ve said many times, on paper Roxy was a mini labradoodle. I asked Rich to compromise with me with a small dog. And that he did – on paper. But in real life, she was not mini and was not doodle. So, I had a high maintenance, sick, BIG, misunderstood puppy. And that was very, very hard for me. There were lots of tears. There were lots of decision regrets. There was a lot of frustration. There were hours and hours of late night googling for suggestions, cures, and answers for unusual dog issues. I pretty much earned my Bachelor of Dog in 12 months’ time.
It was discovered over a year after she came into our lives that Roxy had significant Congenital Kidney Disease. Her numbers were bad, her stomach issues may have reflected her condition since the beginning – and things were only going to get more complicated, more expensive (don’t even ask), and more depressing. The shitty vet (pardon my French) saw alarming kidney numbers at 6 months – but just never told us. Oops. So, bye, Doc.
As time progressed and we learned more, we started treating her with healthy supplements, a very healthy, specific, and work intensive diet, and expensive hard to get medication. It became abundantly clear that, although we might slow the progression, we couldn’t cure the disease. That tugs at my heart strings every single day. And, with time, the options became even more disturbing. The Vet suggested we look into dialysis. The holistic Vet suggested we look into acupuncture. Both vets suggested that the future will include subcutaneous fluid administration. Neither Rich nor I can even discuss this – because, unbelievably, this 4 legged high maintenance canine has grabbed hold of our hearts to a level I never would have or could have predicted.
Dialysis and acupuncture are not in our wheelhouse – emotionally or financially. Sub Q fluids might be a future discussion. A special diet, healthy supplements, symptom relieving medications and the like are where we are right now. We check blood work every 3 or 4 months, and we reevaluate then. And, above all, we decided to just love on her, and give her the best life possible. We want Roxy to live her best life – for however long that life is. Since no professional has an answer on that depressing thought, we take things as they come. Roxy has visited 16 states. She has lived in 3 different cities, in 2 different states. She has camped. She has hiked 2 national parks. She has met countless people and dogs who love her. She eats gourmet, homemade foods and sleeps in a queen size bed. She’s spoiled as hell. And, Sunday, at 5ish, we arrived at the Number 1 RV Park for Dogs in the U.S. “4 Paws Dog Kingdom” in Rutherfordton, North Carolina, in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains holds the distinction of being the top RV park for dogs of all sizes, types and ages. I have known about this place for quite awhile – and planned this entire trip around coming here. So, you can add this destination to the list of ways Roxy is livin’ her best life.
We set up and had a nice campfire – but it gets mighty chilly at night here. We headed inside, and Roxy curled into my lap and snuggled to get warm. I LOVE that. She was exhausted from a long drive, a long hike and lots of stimulation – and was passed out cold. There’s a lot here to enjoy – and we will explore for the next couple of days. Because, whether she knows it or not, this part of our trip is for her.
I can’t leave this topic without mentioning that, for 62 years, I wasn’t any kind of a dog person. I was afraid, I didn’t know how to interact, and we certainly never had a dog. My parents weren’t pet people. I didn’t dislike dogs; I just didn’t understand them. There was a person on Facebook that I knew from childhood; we reconnected when Roxy came into our lives. This person is a lifelong dog lover; their dogs are their entire life. As my FB posts became more in depth with dog problems, dog frustrations, dog questions, and high maintenance dog “bitching”, this person told me what a horrible human I was, and how I should never be allowed to have a dog. When I tried to explain how difficult this was for me, and how I had no clue what the hell I was doing, I was repeatedly chastised for being a terrible pet owner. I eventually gave up, “unfriended” and blocked said person. Adding insult to the situation was not necessary. I would like this person to know what I’ve brought to this dog’s life – and what she has brought to mine. THAT is the most unexpected part of this entire journey. So, the frustration will continue – as will the intermittent leash pulling, the unrelenting stranger barking, the overwhelming medical interventions, the time consuming food preparation – and the 24/7, unconditional, heart wrenching love and compassion. And that, is the most unexpected emotion of all.
Yesterday’s trivia answer was Tennessee played Alabama in college football on Sunday – and Alabama won. I don’t think anyone weighed in – or cared. Today’s trivia question: What do you think is the current, number 1 selling breed of dog in the United States? Just guess, don’t use Google.
More dog stories tomorrow. Thanks for reading. Stay safe. Be a kind human.
Marla and Rich