Going To The Dogs
Work: PM1 grooming, exercise [reverse poles – hither & yon]/PM2 grooming.
Report: one set of poles near the barn, another set in the middle of the field. The only variable was the distance from the barn. It was subtle but I think he walked more confidently the second time we headed out.
Ramblings for the Day: In an effort to find Basset Hound breeders in our area, we hauled ourselves out of bed this am in time make the first class of the day. Unfortunately, two Bassets were entered but none showed up. Before anyone asks, yes we have tried Basset Rescue. In two states. Many of the dogs are senior. Abby lived to be 17. We were hoping to put off replaying the special joys of a seriously senior dog for a few years. Another situation felt morally correct but legally dicey. We even offered to adopted a bonded pair. The sister was cool but the brother need a quiet, stress-free household. So not us.
Revved up animals. People in show clothes. Traffic jams at the ingate. Grooming areas that smell of shampoo. Announcers over the loudspeaker. Ring stewards looking for entries. Judges. Ribbons. Vendors. A dog show feels a lot like a horse show.
We are short of our arbitrarily imposed pet limits by one dog, two cats, and one horse. Stray cats have stopped coming up our driveway. I don’t begin to know how to start shopping for a third horse. And now we can’t even look at Bassets much less find one to adopt. Although I am an advertised cat person [Barn Dogs], I hoped that bringing in a dog might uncork whatever karmic blockage is keeping us from filling our household vacancies.
Do you speak cat &/or dog &/or horse?