Soggy doggy
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♥Sep. 20th, 2013 // 04:13 pm♥
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We just took Jodie out for a longer-than-planned walk, and the sun came out part way through it. We did find a couple of puddles as we went around, but I wasn't surprised when she (after flopping down for a rest immediately inside our garden gate) asked to be let out into the back garden, where she headed straight for the fish pond. I was, however, slightly surprised when she had a drink and then got in....
Last night, we went to see Thomas Dolby in Canterbury and got the neighbours to dog sit while we were out (we had asked if we could put her in their kitchen, but they offered to come to us). Jodie apparently settled down fairly quickly and then flopped on the floor and went to sleep, same as usual. She is, however, a crap guard dog: when we got back, we came into the house, took our shoes off, walked through to the living room and spoke to the neighbours for a minute or so before she woke up and started bounding around!
(We've been back half an hour. She's still panting.)
Sadly, I was too busy laughing when she was actually in the pond, and worrying she'd get stuck under the cover. Here she is later:
Tomorrow, we're off to that their London, so we've got an Animal Aunt in to stay with her, and sort the boys out. I do hope that the boys will behave, and when I say "the boys" I mean (guess who?) GB. I went into the office on Tuesday, and Mike was supposed to take him in the school for a ride. He managed to bring him in, but couldn't get him to stand still to have his feet picked up because he was too busy trying to get back to the baby. When Mike tried to adjust the rope, GB pulled away and ran off up to the field gate. I experimentally brought him in on his own on Wednesday, and he was a git then, too, although I did manage to get him to stand still and he calmed down a bit when I gave him a quick brush. I'm going to have to work on it, though, because we can't be having him go nuts every time he has to be alone for five minutes.
The boys had blood taken, yesterday: GB was himself, and slammed me into the wall (ouch, nice bruise on my shoulder). Jonny didn't seem to notice it happening. I'm getting them tested for Cushing's, as the test is currently free. It's almost certainly not worth having Jonny tested, but it was only the cost of an extra blood draw to do it, so I thought I might as well, Finger crossed that they're both clear.
We've also been laying some grass matting at the field gate: it's on a hill, and the work we've had done on the field means that a lot of it is bare clay, so it's not very good footing. We're hoping that the matting will let the grass get re-established before it stops growing for the year, but I'm a little concerned because the matting itself is quite slippery. Might actually have to use headcollars to bring them in this evening, rather than just opening the gate and shouting for them to come and get their dinners.
And, to round it all off, I tried a new Pilates place this morning. I think I liked it. It's an equipment class, rather than the mat classes I've been used to, and it worked on a kind of conveyor belt system: there were six people in the class at any time, and two left/arrived every fifteen minutes, which meant that everyone got some time on each bit if kit as the instructor put them through their routine. Having to count my own reps was a bit odd, though, and hard work for some of the exercises with multiple steps! |
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