Yes Dexter, we are very poor! And we almost got a lot poorer recently too.
The other day, we thought Piper had blown a cruciate. Eep. She hunkered down in Dexter’s crate and wouldn’t come out, and when I did lure her out she was limping badly on one hind leg and didn’t want to walk on the laminate.
I immediately blamed Dexter.
Because SOMEBODY has a nasty habit of trying to squash her while she’s bouncing up and down waiting for her ball.
And the heavier he gets, the more he impedes her insane devil spins and interferes with her take-off.
So we trundled off to the vet clinic for a check up.
Piper has the most intense sense of self preservation of any dog I have ever met. She refuses to show pain in front of anyone but me. If *you* cut off her legs with a rusty hacksaw, she would just stare at a spot on the wall behind you and pretend it was not happening, and that she was fine, but if *I* pinch her toe she screams just as if I’d said “all the world’s tennis balls are gone and you’ll never play fetch again.”
So of course the vet couldn’t get her to show an ounce of pain. She was so tensed up the vet couldn’t tell anything at all! She did step out of the room and I grabbed Piper’s knee and she shrieked but as soon as the vet stepped back in the room she stopped (mid-shriek) and went back to her happy (mad) place.
In the end, the vet said that given Piper’s size and general FANTASTIC body condition, and a few other factors, she didn’t present as a cruciate injury, but possibly a muscle strain. We decided on a conservative approach of rest (no agility, no fetch) for a couple of weeks to see if she improves on her own. She is no longer limping, but I’m playing it very safe. She gets a two week break from agility class, and I scratched her from the trial this weekend too.
I didn’t want to trundle all the way to agility class with just Tweed, who is too old for two hours of class anyway.
Yes, you are. And no, you can’t.
So for a lark, I threw Mr. Woo into Piper’s spot.
Mr. Woo has learned all the equipment in sporadic practices, except the chute, and for fun I have taught him both threadles and serpentines, but really Wootie has been on equipment maybe 6 times in his life. Since this is a mostly Masters level class, I apologized profusely to my classmates for the time-waste they were about to watch … and damned if the little fat couch didn’t run almost a whole 20 obstacle course.
A “natural jumper” The Sadist calls him.
Since Piper’s on a break, there was no fetch today.
What is it, fish roe? I am sure there are fish in the dikes (which are now, like, rivers) and I know there are lots of birds of prey flying around, as I see them every day, so I assume these were the remnants of a fish supper.
I also saw a dead headless duck, but decided not to photograph for you all :)