No, Cash wasn't entered, but I worked our club's AKC agility trial. It was a long, hot weekend in Nebraska. Good thing I took my homemade, all natural bug spray. It was quite popular.
Saw some really good runs from some incredibly fast dogs and helped out as the assistant scribe on Saturday. I didn't signed up to work on Sunday, but knew they were shorthanded on help, so I took Cash with me to get an official measurement. The AKC rep was there and I got his temporary height card (Cash won't be two years old until mid June). He measured 11-7/8". Whew! Just made it to jump 12" in AKC. YAY!
The judge has miniatures poodles and spotted Cash in my lap at ringside and came to visit between classes, saying, "I just have to see that poodle!" He is normally pretty reserved with strangers but must know a poodle person when he sees one. She took him from me and he put a foot on either side of her neck and was giving chin kisses and laid his head on her shoulder with tail wagging a mile a minute. She oohed and aahhed over him and asked what I had been doing with him. I told her he had a couple of novice rally legs and was training in agility. After she gave him back to go judge the next class, I told him what a suck-up he was and I swear he winked. What a ham!
He hung out in his pop-up crate in the shade with a fan on him while I helped knock down rings and canopies and put equipment away. I had to wake him up to take him to the car for the ride home.
Monday, May 14, 2007
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Stressed.....
Do you ever get that sick feeling in the pit of your stomach when you are afraid something bad is going to happen, but you are hoping for the best? That's how I feel right now.
I got home last night around 5 pm. Denny was already home and had been there since mid-afternoon working from home. Keegan and Cash were their usual goofy selves, jumping all over me. "Mom, look at me!" "Mom, pet me!"
I walked into the grooming/computer/junk room to look down and find some very small pieces of chewed electrical cord from my old Oster clipper. On the grooming table was a larger chunk of chewed cord. Apparently around 4 pm Denny saw the larger piece on the floor and picked it up and put it on the grooming table.
WHAT?!?!? Did he think we have rats that chew clipper cords???? Not a word said to me. No phone call. Nothing. Thank God the damned thing wasn't plugged in. Although at that point we would have been able to determine FOR SURE who chewed it, from the singed hair and glazed eyes. My money is on Cash. When questioned, he looked at me like, "What? I have no idea what you're talking about. Let's go play!"
After close questioning of the DH, I believe the cord was chewed either the night before or yesterday afternoon when Denny was home, but he didn't SEE it happen. I am still totally amazed either one of them would do this, but am still thanking my lucky stars that it wasn't plugged in.
So now I have become a poopologist. Studying excrement for signs of tiny copper wire or black plastic. So far, nothing. They are both acting totally normal, racing around this morning in their usual fashion, eating breakfast, laying on the bed while we got ready for work.
We asked a neighbor to come check on them a couple of times today and if either is in distress to race them to our vet and call us. This day can't end soon enough for me.
Postscript:
All is well at home. Apparently my fears were for nothing. Poops are still normal, behavior is still goofy. My guess is that once the copper wire stuck whoever was chewing on the cord, that piece was spit out and none was ingested. Thank God!
I got home last night around 5 pm. Denny was already home and had been there since mid-afternoon working from home. Keegan and Cash were their usual goofy selves, jumping all over me. "Mom, look at me!" "Mom, pet me!"
I walked into the grooming/computer/junk room to look down and find some very small pieces of chewed electrical cord from my old Oster clipper. On the grooming table was a larger chunk of chewed cord. Apparently around 4 pm Denny saw the larger piece on the floor and picked it up and put it on the grooming table.
WHAT?!?!? Did he think we have rats that chew clipper cords???? Not a word said to me. No phone call. Nothing. Thank God the damned thing wasn't plugged in. Although at that point we would have been able to determine FOR SURE who chewed it, from the singed hair and glazed eyes. My money is on Cash. When questioned, he looked at me like, "What? I have no idea what you're talking about. Let's go play!"
After close questioning of the DH, I believe the cord was chewed either the night before or yesterday afternoon when Denny was home, but he didn't SEE it happen. I am still totally amazed either one of them would do this, but am still thanking my lucky stars that it wasn't plugged in.
So now I have become a poopologist. Studying excrement for signs of tiny copper wire or black plastic. So far, nothing. They are both acting totally normal, racing around this morning in their usual fashion, eating breakfast, laying on the bed while we got ready for work.
We asked a neighbor to come check on them a couple of times today and if either is in distress to race them to our vet and call us. This day can't end soon enough for me.
Postscript:
All is well at home. Apparently my fears were for nothing. Poops are still normal, behavior is still goofy. My guess is that once the copper wire stuck whoever was chewing on the cord, that piece was spit out and none was ingested. Thank God!
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