First of all, I am happy to report that my Big Foot is significantly improved and I defy you, dear readers, to see a difference between my formerly ouchie foot and my regular labrafoot.
|One of these things is not like the other... or is it?|
Even still, I had to miss a day of daycare and so when I was finally able to return, well, I had a lot of gossip to catch up on and was rather reluctant to go home at the end of the day.
|Go back to work, momma, I'm discussing some things with my golden friend.|
Despite not being bothered in any way whatsoever by my toe, momma is still limiting my walkies to soft surfaces. This translates into about 87 laps a day around the town common as she is too
lazy selfish unimaginative busy to seek out alternate venues.
One does grow weary and my main source of excitement is trying to steer momma under those branches so that they smack her in the head. I have about a 50% success rate and with each head smack my tender ears are privy to increasingly blue language from the unfortunate human.
|That's right, momma, just keep walking straight ahead. Hehehe.|
Subsequent to this morning's walkie, momma invited me back into the car with the promise of a "wonderful surprise."
Now, then, I am a cautious chap and have learned that my definition of "wonderful" is not necessarily aligned with those of my momma. Nevertheless, what could be worse than a return to the village green?
And, oh happy day, we arrived at the Doggie Gym!
Noting that momma had her camera out, I suspect she had planned a series of photos documenting my journey from door to pool. However as soon as I caught the briefest of whiffs of that deliciously chlorinated water, I pulled with all my might and it was all she could do to stumble along behind.
Nekked I dove in! No life jacket for yours truly.
|Float like a labradog.|
And for the next half hour it was, well, labrabliss.
Not being totally unaware of my own limitations, I did take the occasional ramp break to catch my breath.
|Hey! I look like a corgador! What happened to my leggies?|
But then it was back in (with such gusto that it apparently was impossible to get a picture of me porpoising along that wasn't blurry).
|Check out the nice extension in my rear quarters. Like ballet.|
So, yes, that really was a wonderful surprise and I feel renewed and ready to tackle spring.
|Just going to soak up the rays for a bit. Feeling rather sleepy...|
P.S. From Momma
Dexter's foot has made a remarkable recovery and he is anxious to resume his normal walkies. It's true that we have been doing town common laps. Alternate venues are, I fear, mostly overrun with loose dogs and / or ticks. However, don't think he is suffering. Now that the days are longer, we've been getting in some evening tennis ball and trick training fun times in the back (soft surface) yard. And even though he did miss one of his regular daycare days, he got to go for a bonus day on Friday (and was, thankfully, worn out enough that he happily followed me to the car instead of trying to make a break for it back to the play area).