Tuesday, July 27, 2010
My pup is limping. It is likely nothing; or at least nothing more than can't be fixed by crate rest and baby aspirin (says my mentor). The issue is the upcoming weekend shows. Normally I would spend a few hours in class. And I would spend a few hours practicing. And, with him, at least a couple hours on the grooming table. Instead he is on strict rest...yeah, try that with a six month old pup. Right now he is smiling coyly at me with his shoe on his nose. (It's true, I gave up and gave him an old shoe; he loves it and has never tried to take any of my shoes, so there ya go!) The horse is mad at me and tried to hit me with her grain bucket this morning as I had the nerve to feed her without the doggies in tow. The older dogs are begging the pup to run in a wild frap around the couch; perhaps it is more that they are taunting him.
Me? I hate when something is wrong with any of my critters...two legged and four. I don't mind throwing away the entry fees. I just really want to put this guy in the ring.
For now I will just go out and sit at the pool, or in the pool. And dream of what, hopefully, is to come.