a Taj MuttHall Dog Diary: overeating
Showing posts with label overeating. Show all posts
Showing posts with label overeating. Show all posts

Monday, December 12, 2011

Dear Santa

SUMMARY: Please consider what I want:
  • To be able to focus better on what's really important to me.
  • To be a better friend and relation.
  • To be able to enjoy the things I have to do as much as the things I want to do.
  • To always do the right thing.
  • To be able to think clearly under pressure.
  • To not be unhappy about things that I am unwilling to make a serious effort to change.
  • To make a serious effort to change things that bother me.
  • To smile, and mean it, in agility no matter what silly things I or my dogs do on course.
  • To not crave sweets so much.
  • To always do my best when it's important, and to be able to let it go when it's not.
  • To be able to let it go, let it go, let it go.

Friday, April 30, 2010

Ready for the Weekend

SUMMARY: Tidbits.
Thanks to folks who comment on my cry of horror about the slice halfway off Tika's dorsal pad. Tuesday I got up the gumption to see whether I could clip it off without hurting her and it wasn't too hard to do. (Used toenail clippers!) It looked fine then and it hasn't bothered her at all. Yay!

I've set up a few things in the yard this week to work on a very little bit. Did some very tough weave cross-behinds; Tika got them all but Boost took a little work. (Knew that because she spun out of them in Pairs last weekend when I tried one.)

Did just some running full out in circles using jumps and tunnels. A little tiny bit of dogwalk contact work. Some sending out to jumps. Some simple gambles. Now, we'll see.

Left MUTT MVR's side door open, and the zipper bag containing the trial dogfood unzipped. This afternoon when I went out there, discovered the gallon ziplock bag from the dogfood bag empty with a large hole torn in it. Someone got a way large food supplement today. Boost didn't want to take the Guard the House Goodie when I left, but that could've been stuffed belly or just that she didn't want me to go. Found a pile of tossed-up not-digested dogfood in the back yard when I went out. Seems to me that Boost was much slower than normal eating her dinner this evening. But don't know, probably never will know, and everyone should be fine by Saturday morning.

Then it's up at 5:00 a.m., drive through the beautiful sunrise countryside with the shreds of tule fog over the fields and off to Prunedale once again with friends and beasts.