Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Struggling to get up

THIS IS THE YOUNG DOG I REMEMBER. I WISH SHE COULD HAVE STAYED YOUNG.
Sometimes Lady struggles to get into the floorboard of our car, and today she struggled to get up when I entered the hallway of our house. Her hind legs quivered, and it probably took her 10 seconds to stand.

 But once she got up she was OK. When I went down the basement steps, she went ahead of me. And when I opened the cage, she went out into the yard.

 Lady's a mixture of old dog and tomboy. Sometimes she'll struggle. Other times she'll run and play.

 Recently, a friend of mine and I were talking at the dog park, and we looked around and saw Lady running toward us. Joe was shocked and said he'd never seen her run before.

 Sometimes I'm shocked when she runs. The other day, we went to the big-dog side of the dog park. I was sitting there reading, and I heard a dog running hard toward me. I looked up, and it was Lady, breathing hard. She veered to my right and went behind the bench.

 Lady's getting old — she'll be 14 this year — but she still has a spark of youth. Still, I hate to see the weaknesses and struggles.

 Note: Now she's back in the house, back lying in the hallway.

 Note: She passed on Sept. 17, 2016, and now we have a beagle, Dixie.

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Monday, August 25, 2014

Walking away from me

LADY LOOKED AT ME, THEN WALKED AWAY.

Sometimes Lady's a pain in the butt. Today, I took Lady to the big-dog side of the dog park; it was too wet on the small-dog side, where I normally take her.

 We were there more than an hour, so I decided it was time to go. A man came in with his German shepherd, and, for some reason, Lady took an interest in it. Instead of coming to me when I called, she turned away from me and followed the big dog to the far end of the dog park.

 I wasn't going to walk all the way down there, so I went to the car to leave something in it. I figured she'd come back when she saw that I was gone. When I came back, Lady was near the gate, looking lost.

 I grabbed her, and we came home.

 But I don't know what I'll do next time. I may not take her in the big-dog side again.

UPDATE: Lady passed on Sept. 17, 2016, and I'm in mourning. I'd gladly put up with her little problems, if she were still here.

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