pals in the field

It’s hard to write with a ridgeback face drooling over my keyboard… oh wait, she’s finally lying down… oh wait, she just jumped up to get another drink of water, just enough to dribble all over the house and onto my lap… now she’s walking around again… another drink… walking… is it time for some quiet time in her crate?

Spike is still bossing her a bit, but licked her face and ear this morning - progress? They are starting to run side by side in the field. Both seem pleased. Spike’s grief seems to be passing and I believe some of that is due to Adia.

Today we are working on stay, down, and leave it. And always recall. I feel that she must have known all this before as she learns reasonably quickly and tries so hard to please. Of course having a pouch of treats strapped around my waist doesn’t hurt ;-)

We ordered a little dremel to use for nails… this is something that might be a rodeo with her. I have to figure out a way to build the behaviour but I haven’t had much luck. I was able to muscle Spike a bit and do a cursory job on most of his nails, there’ll be no forcing a huge ridgeback though.

On a more domestic note, we finally got the bed frame that we ordered just after we painted the spare bedroom. I wish it had been here when Kirsten was visiting, but there are sure to be other times and guests. And it will be nice for Pat.

It’s going to be another scorcher. Too hot for a visit to the village with Adia. But hot enough for many dips in the pool. One of those precious lazy, hazy days of summer.

“It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses. ”

~Colette