So, some more dogwalk today. I count this as session #2 of “get Lu’s dogwalk back to where it was” since our training has been fairly hit and miss so far with different dogwalks in different places, her worry about coming off the side, breaks here and there, etc etc. Basically, at the moment, she’s giving me probably 5-6 short strides all the way along- pretty consistent striding but nothing like the 4/3.5 stride DW she was doing before the surgery. On one hand this makes me sad and worried. Sad because her 4/3.5 stride DW was freaking amazing. Worried because, well, it’s something to fix, right? On the other hand, she always hits. Pretty much every time. I think of our entire session today she had NR once, but her toes were probably still in. So, I’m trying to not worry. I’m trying to be all: “It’s cool, she still hits, and with consistent training and a consistent setup she’ll be back to where she was before in no time, oh, and by the way, remember to do some hill sprints with her please.” but it’s hard, because I want it NOW. I want to be able to take her to club and say WALK ON! And for her to go BAM – 3.5 strides! And for it to be all party times. At the same time, what she’s giving me where we train is so much better than the weird upramp shit she gave me at club the other day, so that’s something to be pleased with.
So… that’s that.
Today we went up to Tallarook. It was meant to just be a short visit because we’re trying to get the house ready for photos to be taken for it to be up for sale, but we ended up leaving at 10 and not getting home till 4. Whoops. The puppy had a great time. I’ve seriously never seen such a young dog be so coordinated (I think I’ve said that before), and so fearless. It’s truly a terrifying combination. “LOKI, STOP RUNNING ALONG THAT VERY NARROW AND HIGH LOG!” “LOKI, JUST BECAUSE LU CAN HOP-SKIP-AND-JUMP THOSE TREE BRANCHES DOESN’T MEAN…oh, yes you can. Never mind”. And, “No, you can’t get onto that log it’s too hi— oh, well… good job, you did it.” Lu was actually really well behaved- possibly all the dirt bikes had scared all the roos away but she didn’t run off obnoxiously once! Hurrah! Loki ate lots of wombat poo and picked up lots of sticks as he got tired, Mal trundled along and ate poo, too (to which I said: “dude! How old are you!? Surely you know this by now! You don’t eat poo!” and Lu of course thought it was wonderful to be ‘in charge’ of her little friend. Gosh she adores him. I have to be really careful with them outside because they just want to run and run and run and run, but our backyard isn’t great for puppies to be running, so they’re only allowed outside separately from each other. But inside it’s wrestly times, especially over the cow-hoof. And here was Lu when he first arrived being so resource-guardy, and yet their favourite thing to play with inside is a highly coveted edible object. How’s that for a turn around?
Have some pictures.