When you live with an Italian Greyhound, one is all you get. IF you’re lucky and the stars are in alignment.
The other day it snowed overnight, but when I got up in the morning I was too lazy to dig out my camera for our walk. Later that day for our second walk I whipped open the door and the snow had all melted. *rage*
The following morning everything was frosty and cold and the sun was shining and the light was beautiful, but my fingers were tool cold to camera so I left it behind. Later for the second walk, it had started raining and rained all afternoon and evening. *more rage*
This morning the sun was peeking through the clouds and I brought the camera out.
So of course the sun disappeared behind clouds about 10 minutes into our morning exercise. Oh come ON.
But this afternoon the sun came back and made some beautiful light for our afternoon exercise.
But real happiness is this:
I have been acclimating The Fabulous Miss P to her wheels for the last week or so. It’s taken some convincing and cajoling, but she’s now motoring around in it like a f*ckin’ BOSS. It’s an “assist” cart, so she can still use her hind legs, but doesn’t have to put any real weight on them, so she’s not so sore-slash-crippled after she goes out for a run. At first she was pretty certain she couldn’t walk in it at all, so I tempted her with a frisbee, which got her motor runnin’ a little. I tossed the frisbee to her as a reward for carting down the driveway, but I threw it too high and she jumped up to get it and went ass over tea kettle and ended up turtled on her back, which I don’t think she has quite yet forgiven me for.
A couple more days of crusin’ along in her cart and we did a two hour dyke walk in Pitt Meadows on the weekend, and she did amazingly well, until Michelle and I got to chatting and forgot to pay attention … Piper’s wheel went off the side of the dyke and she rolled sideways over and over down the hill. No harm no foul, but I kept a leash on her harness for the rest of the walk. It’s been a bit of a learning curve for both of us.
Now she’s free-wheelin’ it pretty good, even in the bush.
It’s so beautiful to see her playing like her old self in her new cart.
Even arguing with Wootie over the kong-on-a-rope!
So we all got to have fun in the fading sun today.
Ghillie went home, but Dexter is pretending she is still here with us.
Tried to get a family photo, and TWooie was pretending Dexter was NOT still with us, and ruined it.
But there’s nothing NOT awesome about my happy and mobile old lady dog :)