There was one bright spot this week in what is otherwise the Fancraptastic Crappola Fest that is my life currently.
(and I mean that literally. It seems someone, though I won’t mention any names,
have developed a taste for the delicacy most people in this world underrate simply as “coyote poop.”
Blech. And here’s the thing about coyote poop – it retreats from one’s digestive system at a fairly rapid rate of speed, via one exit or another, in pretty much the exact format in which it entered in the first place. That means that someone is either vomiting poo or pooping poo in my house on a somewhat regular basis.
Yesterday the merciless rain of 2010 took a mini-vacay for the afternoon and the sun even made some credible attempts to come out for a few precious hours. This was super, because I had a photo shoot with a polar bear, and it wouldn’t have been much fun in a torrential downpour.
Baby is a rescue dog who was fostered in Canada but now lives in the US with his very patient person. His mum brought him all the way back to Canada to get some nice photos of him. We’d scheduled for June thinking we’d be guaranteed nice weather. HA HA HA.
Baby’s story gives me hope though, because Baby had one helluva shitty life before he was rescued, and today he still has his many challenges, but his mum loves him, and works hard with him. It’s nice to know that there are still people out there who honour their commitments to the four legged buffoons they bring into their families and stick with them no matter what.
And since “poo” seems to be today’s blog theme, let me take a moment to congratulate one of my very favourite Poos, Abies, who was the 2009 #1 CKC Agility Miniature POOdle in Canada, and #4 over all breeds. Good job Abies!! Nothing shitty about that!
Tweed would like to thank you all for your well wishes, and for commiserating with his extra pissy Food Lady, who is in a perpetual bad mood.
Mr. Gimpola remains pleasantly static. The limp never changes – run him hard, he limps. Walk him on leash, he limps. Rest him, he limps. Limplimplimplimplimp. It doesn’t seem to bother him in the slightest though.
Part of me thinks I should just leave him entered in Regionals anyway, because if he’s going to just limp for the rest of his life, and exercise doesn’t make it worse, may as well run him. OTOH, since we aren’t completely sure what is wrong with him, it might not be a good idea to run him in competition. My plan is to run him hard in class on Thursday evening. If he seems reluctant to play at capacity, or it makes his limp worse, then I will for sure pull his entry. If it seems like an hour of agility class doesn’t affect him, I will get a second opinion from the vet on Friday, and with his permission, will let him run at Regionals. It’s the only thing I can think of to do.
There’s not been a lot of Wootie shots lately, cuz he’s always off hunting. Since we moved out here to the sticks and he’s discovered the Joy Of Eating Things, he has lost all interest in playing with me. Soccer balls, Wootie Toys™ and even sticks have lost all their allure. I think he’s reverting to a feral state.