Pud Pulling Nursing Home Residents

Today is Sunday. I type this in the morning hours because today is the day that Star (The Dog) and I go visit the less privileged among us.That's right, the nursing home. You know the place where productive members of society are dumped when they no longer prove to be one hundred percent useful. Your mom would baby set and then have your supper packaged up in Tupperware when you stopped by after work to pick up the little tykes. Or  because both parents are SO busy with school, ballgames, work, extramarital freaky geeky at work, etc. that grandpa runs by and does the yard work. But when the kids start to school the teachers are now the baby setters and granny isn't as needed. Her feelings are naturally hurt because she thinks she was used! So she stops cooking take-out. Bad decision granny! You've just oiled the skids to the hell that awaits, also known as "The Retirement Community". The talk begins among the old woman's (She's 67)  children. "You know, I worry about mom living by herself". The other kid(s) see where this is going and not wanting to be the one that gets stuck with maw maw, hedge their bets." You're right, she's been going down hill ever since dad died while weed-eating your yard". It all starts with an "Assisted living facility" (because mom deserves the best). Like an apartment where someone comes by to beat, no, I mean rape, no, no, comes by to check on grams every day.Her children then find out that granny's estate must pay for the "facility" and not the taxpayers. Grandmother's bank account is emptied with the quickness and real estate agents are on her house like a preacher on a free fried chicken!  Still, the cost of the "Assisted living facility" is more than the government (taxpayers) will fall for. The children, not wanting to be out any cash to help the person who gave birth to them, co-signed the note for their first house, and generally spent the most productive years of her life caring for some ingrates, look for cheap. So granny is down graded to nursing home ("She'll know people there")That's where Star (The Dog) comes in. Star is a miniature Australian Shepherd, full of kinetic energy like a leaf spring on a jacked up Jeep. She hits the door doing her whole body wag, shedding hair and dander to get these thankful folks' sinus' up and running again (pun unintended,but still welcome). She visits each and everyone for a brief second before moving on with someones I.V. bottle hung on her collar. We stay as long as I feel comfortable (about twelve minutes). That is all I can take of the weird dude with the large forehead hitting on me. He says "You need to go out with me sometime". And you need to sell some of that excess forehead space for local advertising. Earn some extra coin I think. Just before I build a shoe store in his ass, we are ushered out.
    On the drive home I recalled the special times I had with my own grandpa at the nursing home. He was a victim of Alzheimer's disease and had no idea who I was but that made it more fun for me. You see when people lose their minds they become another person entirely. Gramps became a sex fiend and rubbed one out day and night, day and night. As he puller his pud he would call out the name of my long dead granny."Ninny, Ninny", thinking he was making babies with his wife. "Ninny,Ninny !"He would cry out. I would encourage him."Hit it hard paw,paw. Hit it like you live!" Leaving, I would walk by the nurses station. They would stare at me with eyes narrowed to slits and I would give them one last Ricky-ism. "My grandfather needs a tissue" , I would say. More later CR copyright,cousinricky2010llC.