Ah the 4th of July. Always a tough time on labs. It was very hard on Murphy. So, anticipating it may be hard on Sage as she gets older and even for Annie, we'll bail out of the city late Friday. Maybe, maybe this will be the weekend to teach Annie about fly fishing.
Sometimes you just need some weekend time at home. The front yard was a mess, the boxwood in this picture were dying, a rotting planter box needed attention, parents, the list added up.
We have a friend who will run her first marathon on Sunday. You go Stephanie!
Sounds repetitive. She's energetic. But the intense tennis ball chase worked. She slept through the night and even seemed a bit sleepy on Wednesday morning. A bit, I said.
It's been almost a year since Sage had her knee surgery. This weekend I took her (and, yes, Annie) to a secret ball field (no off leash cops allowed) and hucked tennis balls. Sage ran like a slightly overweight outfielder. But she did great.
Yesterday on our late afternoon walk, I had to work with Annie. Poor pup, she'd been confined for 7 hours, longest she'd gone. So she was a little lab-wild, not coming when called, not sitting, you get the drift. Leash went on, commands made. And I glanced over my shoulder there was Sage, off leash, sitting, coming, laying down, tail a little tucked, eyes sad, worried I was mad at her.
I know I will be writing about this for quite awhile. Phew. Does Annie have energy. I don't think she knows how to quit! I can run with her in the morning, she'll come home ready for ball throw, then breakfast, a chewie, and be at my desk ready for more play! I keep repeating that it will keep me young, right?
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