I took sweet pea to a friend's house in hopes of letting her exhaust herself with my friend's young dog. What I learned is that my friend has an aggressive dog and that sweet pea can jump clear over baby gates. She's kind of like a deer. I recall watching a deer jump over the 8 feet high deer fence in our awesome stepford backyard and, let me tell you, it was impressive. Kind of like a tv documentary marveling on jumping animals. The critter just went vertical, much like sweet pea escaping from an aggressive labradoodle over a baby gate and into the safety of the next room over.
I feel like sweet pea isn't growing quite as fast anymore and right now she weighs just under 30 pounds. It's a little strange for me to have such a small and delicate looking dog. Sweet pea is all legs. (Hence the supreme jumping ability) Both bear bait and the best dog in the world that came before her weighed in around 77. When I took sweet pea for her check up she wanted to play with what seemed to be a huge puppy in the vet's waiting room and the owner was reluctant. I kept having to reassure him that the dogs were paying nicely. His dog, which seemed like a small horse compared to sweet pea, weighed in at 75. Now I know why people used to tell me I had huge dogs.
I still love sweet pea more every day and I can hardly believe that we ended up with such a gem of a puppy. She is getting better and better at being off the leash and staying close to me, which is great since I am still working on my photo project. As a matter of fact, I am taking a break from printing that project to write this long overdue post.
I know I have been neglecting my blog, but this blog is in good company. I've been neglecting everything.
The whiplash and concussion were much harder to recover from than the last concussion I got in 1987. I suspect it might be because I hit my head in the exact same spot. And now that I think about it, or more accurately: have been thinking about it, that might be the very same spot I whacked on the pot belly stove when I fell backwards and got stitches at the age of around 9 or 10. I am registered with multiple emergency rooms in two different boroughs. My head took a beating during my childhood. If I ever go bald and all of my scalp stitch scars show someone is going to think I was in a gang. Hurray for hair! At least with hair I can wear a variety of colors! You know, internet, now I am kind of planning that if I ever go bald I am totally wearing gang colors and playing all bad ass. I gotta work on my act.
Anyway, the concussion (or whiplash) made my eyes not track correctly and once it was pointed out to me I could feel my eyes skipping when ever I tried to do something like watch a car drive through the stop sign perpendicular to me. Crazy, right? In the mean time, my right shoulder injury from last winter's fall on the ice was acting up again and it got seriously bad, until I realized that I was lifting sweet pea up with that arm every time I lifted her into or out of the car, so I tried to get her to do it herself but she doesn't understand me, so I am going to hire a trainer for the one reason of training her to jump in and out of the car on demand. Even though when it is time to get in or out she is completely heart meltingly cute the way she sits and waits for me to lift her. The pain started when she weighed 15 pounds, not 30, and has gotten worse and worse. I'm so relieved to have figured that one out. I am looking forward to a pain, nausea and dizziness free spring. And swimming in the lake this summer. I just can't wait for some baking hot days. My fingers are crossed for a real scorcher.
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