Everybody hates me.
Tomorrow is our last trial before Regionals. It’s outdoors on grass, and a good opportunity for Piper to learn that outdoors on grass is the same as indoors on dirt when it comes to running a course! It would have accomplished the same function for Tweed, but alas … he’s in a box moaning about the injustice of being crated 24/7. I’ve invested in ear plugs.
One of these days, I will apply for Wootie’s AAC # and start trialing him too. He’s been taking Tweed’s turn at class for the last several weeks and he’s actually doing surprisingly well. He’s caught onto distance work faster than Piper … although I suspect this is because he thinks the further away from me he is, the better chance he has of pulling a runner.
Speaking of pants … our friend Linda couldn’t take it anymore, and trimmed up TWooie’s pants and stomach last night. Apparently “stringy” is not attractive.
The end (ha ha) result was supposed to be a taller looking TWooie, but in the end (ha ha) all it did was make him look rounder. So now he’s trimmed short and poofed out. He looks like a soccer ball.
Aussie people take their pants seriously. I think they should apply that same care and attention to whiskers!
Misty is Dexter’s newest lady friend.
Anyway, sorry for the post and run, but it’s early to bed for us as we’re off to the trial tomorrow. Tweed sends his love and desperate SOS signals. He wants out of the box!! Just 5 more days and he can start going for walks with us again.
Donut is recovering slowly. One of her feetsies is very tender and she yowls at me when I try to touch it. Otherwise, she has shown exactly zero inclination to squeeze out the door again, or indeed go anywhere near it at all. She also has more claws than I thought, and is only missing a few on her front feet, which is a relief.
The remaining baby bunnies went to Wildlife Rescue, though I understand they don’t have much of a chance. TWooie thinks that’s lame, because Wootie got to eat 3 and he only got to eat one. But they are running around all over the place here, so I bet he’ll get a chance to eat some more in the not too distant future.
Wish us luck tomorrow!