All's Quiet on the Western Front

SUMMARY: Laid Back

I played with the dogs a bit before spending most of the day Thursday driving to & from and eating in Richmond at my cousin's place with most of the rest of my family. They have a yellow Lab (well--mostly--claimed to have registered parents), beautiful girl, VERY well-behaved, puts me and my dogs to shame. My cousin is basically new to dog ownership but her husband has had dogs (a dog?) before, in Morocco where he grew up. Jamela (the dog) was basically a rescue who was 20 lbs overweight and barely trained to do anything when they got her 7 years ago at 2 years old. Now she's sleek and athletic-looking and very happy and pays attention when she's told to stay on her bed or stay out in the yard, and doesn't jump up on people.

Huh. Must be a defective dog.

Tomorrow I'm taking the whole lot of Taj MuttHall Dogs down to Gilroy for a fun match. We'll see whether I can really do any running 4 days before my scheduled knee surgery. Actually I can move around pretty good, except for those painful catches that started last week, and it is generally sore & puffy, and I can't kneel (or stand up therefrom) without the most amazing gyrations and strenuous complainings. But that's a whole different knee usage from running in a fun match. It's only about 45 minutes away, so I can leave when I want, and wasn't too expensive to enter, so I won't feel badly about leaving money on the table if I really can't do anything. But it'll be good practice for Boost to be in yet another location; it should be fun for Tika just to be active and working; and I hope that Jake will want to do a run or two for handfuls of treats at the end (he's 15, I'm inclined to indulge him immensely).

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