So here we go again. Everything is under control but only because I am following along by hanging onto it.
Three day ago the six of us (Paul and I, Spider, Sam, HarryIt, Karla) got all groomed and (except Karla) , packed up the car and trailer with plastic buckets filled with clean towels, rugs and linens and other sundries that we would use this summer and headed up north to Camp. Halfway there the brakes started groaning and grinding and the tarp started unraveling but we made it. Everything was in good shape except for a small hole in the corner of the Camper Trailer which meant that all lines that were there had to be taken home to be dried and that next trip up will be spent sealing the roof. Our fault as our daughter had been ragging at us to do that every year.
This was Karla’s first VACATION and all dogs knew that word except her. She didn’t even get excited when the suitcases were bring brought out. Once in the car she decided that she was to have the space between and behind the front buckets and sat and watched the scenery for 2.5 hours while all the others were asleep in their normal places. It was a learning experience for her completely so Paul and I never left them to go into town once we got there. We just ran over and borrowed our daughters stuff that we had forgotten. This was a good thing because even though we call Karla “Goofy” she ain’t so dumb. Just kind of klutzy. The first thing she did was push out one of the screens as I was walking by but she learned that that was a “no no” and I could use some suggestions as to how to keep that from happening again. Next she learned how to walk (while very excited about the new smells) in the woods. What fun to run around a tree with me running around calling her to come back so we could unwind. Then she learned that you poop when you are on a leash outside. At home I just open the door to the dog yard. This was all good practice for the Colorado Specialty coming up. She learned each of those things within an hour. Oh yes, she learned how six can sleep in a queen sized bed during a thunder storm in a tin can.
The way home the brakes were a bit louder but no one seemed to mine except us. It’s amazing how long 2.5 hours feels with grinding brakes. Luckily the camp is in the foothills of the Adirondacks and not the middle or other side and on the return the trailer was mostly full of laundry and not eaten food. There were more birds up there than I had ever heard. More bugs maybe? There sure were a lot of mosquitos! I even heard a thrush – my very favorite bird.
Everyone was happy to be home and attacked each other going through the door. My new insoles which help with the footsie pain a bit arrived in the mail and I started grooming Karla for the show. Not too hard because I had kept her up and I got everything done but her legs. I am NOT happy with her tail set. Of course you can’t see it because unless she is really excited about seeing Mr. Wabbit outside you can’t tell. It was amazing how much hair came out when I had stripped her down to nothing before. And as for her nails – I swear to you that I drew no blood but she screamed and acted like I was amputating her foot off.
Today I was lucky and got an appointment with my orthopedist who liked my insoles and took several standing xrays of my footsies and told me that my feet were built correctly, there were no broken bones any more and he couldn’t find one thing wrong and referred me to a podiatrist when I get back to the show. This is good news, but it is bad news. Then we went on to the Vets (Paul had to drive because it hurts to drive standard and I wasn’t going to drive that brakeless thing, and Karla was very brave and wagged her tail at all the other small and big dogs and wanted to play. She got her health certificate and clearance for heartworm and lyme and then slept on my lap all the way home. She’s still sleeping so I won’t tell her she has another grooming session tonight.
Meanwhile, I’m going to take a nap.