SUMMARY: It's Tuesday and Tika's still sore.
As I said in a comment on my Sunday post, "I was stupid and let her play frisbee like a maniac before we went home and now she can barely move. Not even for food. Poor baby. More massaging, another doggie aspirin."
And Tika not moving for food is a dire thing. She was marginal yesterday, didn't even want to shake her blanket like a lunatic while I was getting dressed in the morning, which is a mandatory ritual.
Today she shook her blanket a little bit but, when she started to play with Boost (another morning ritual), very quickly she told The Booster a big what for, which I presume means that something hurt and she blamed it on the babydog.
She wants to run and chase her toy in the yard, but is chasing only tentatively and is not doing the usual try-to-stop-it or the very traditional pounce-and-release, either, and is all too happy to let Boost get ahead of her, nearly unheard of. I'm not preventing her from doing anything--she seems to be self-regulating at the moment, which means she's really sore. I feel so badly about the frisbee Sunday. But she WANTED to! She LOVED it! Jeez.
So--more aspirin, more massaging--which, incidentally, she is just about begging for. I don't spend nearly enough time hands-on with my dogs. A few minutes in the morning when we first get up, a tiny bit of love and affection after I wipe their feet off if the yard's muddy. Poor babies. I'm feeling just generally guilty today, I guess.
So now I'm trying to decide whether to scratch her now from this weekend's trial. Or maybe just leave her in one run a day. I don't want her mom to do something stupid to her again. Of course I'd like to do the Steeplechase on Saturday. But, if we're going to do that, it might be good to have a warm-up run in something else earlier in the day. Argh. I hate these decisions!