So I promised you a post on do it yourself cavalettis, and I’m still working on it. First my trip to the Home Depot was a bust, they didn’t have what I was looking for. So I mentioned to Hubby my idea and he said, “Well you could just cut some PVC pipe into lengths and use those. I think we have some at work. No need to spend money on something when you can get it for free.”
Yes, this is what greeted me when I came home from work on Tuesday. (Insert eye roll.) In the meantime, I think I’ll just keep working towards my goal. If my estimate is right it will cost less that $20 for all the cavaletti’s I need.
Star Date : April 29, 2014
Things you shouldn’t tell the dog’s physical therapist.
When I took Sampson in to the Vet to have his Seroma checked, I told the surgeon that Sampson had managed to make his way down the stairs. The surgeon replied, “Don’t tell that to a surgeon.” Okay….then it makes sense I’m not telling his Physical Therapist this.
Yeah, my day starts out like this. I literally roll out of bed (since it’s a mattress on the floor,) I throw on my work clothes, leash Sampson up and take him for his 15 to 20 minute walk. Once I come back, I do a couple weight bearing exercises, and then I prepare the dog’s breakfast. While their food is warming up slightly, I finish getting ready for work and then come out and feed the dogs. Typically the couch is fenced off. But for some unknown reason, it wasn’t yesterday morning and I, in my hurry to complete my morning chores, failed to notice.
I literally walked out of the bedroom and gasped out loud when I saw where he was laying. To my credit, I did not panic like I did when he ran down the stairs, I simply told him it was breakfast time and watched as he got down off the couch.
When Sampson is in a hurry or doing something that requires a bit of work from his leg, he holds the foot slightly off the ground, not much, maybe 1/2 an inch to an inch, but the point is he doesn’t really ask his foot/leg for more than he thinks it can do. And that’s exactly how he got down from the couch, with his foot slightly off the floor. Still just about gave me a heart attack.
So the dogs are fed, the dishes have been done, my lunch has been packed and I take the dogs out for a last pee break before leaving for work. I get in my car and start driving down the street. I see a black dog walking through the yard of a house ahead of me. I think to myself, it looks like my neighbor’s dog, Gunner who likes to roam the neighborhood (much like Delilah is hoping to do.) As I approach the house I look in the yard to verify if it was Gunner and I see nothing.
SHIT, I think I just saw a Grim!
If that was a Grim, my demise is imminent.
I turn the car around, Siriously, I’m not ready to die yet, that damn well better be Gunner. Sure enough as I approach the house, here comes Gunner giving me a dirty look as he crosses the street. Phew, that’s a load off.
I turn back around and am so relieved that I’m not dying yet, that I almost missed this!
Thankfully I had my camera in my purse, but the pictures are blurry because those guys are fast!
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