Monday morning dawned with rain and rumbles. Ember was a good girl and did her business outside between showers. We got about a half mile walk in between two showers, and then a second half mile after puppy nap #1.
It's going to be a busy week:
Tuesday was the normal "day care for Ember / housecleaning for mom". No trainer workout until after the stitches come out. My decision, based on doctor's advice not to "add weight" to exercises right away.
Tuesday evening was flag football practice for FGC. DIL or son post relevant videos and photo to the family group. They played two rounds of "capture the flag" / "last man standing" at the end of practice. FGC, being taller and having a longer arm span than the others on his team, won both rounds. Coach was trying to talk to the smaller kids about how they have to work together to get the bigger kids "out". So far, it hasn't quite clicked for them, but I predict it will before the season is over.
Wednesday was stitches out day. Ember went on a lovely, well-behaved, loose leash walk with me about 10 minutes after sunrise. Then when we got home, she was full of herself and in need of zoomies. I had to put the oatmeal back in the cupboard and the milk pan into the fridge while I tossed "destroy" stuff for her. An empty milk carton elicited the big zoomies. Finally, she settled down and I fixed my breakfast. After I washed the pan, she put herself into her crate for puppy nap #1.
The stitches were removed and replaced with some steri-strips and a big Band-Aid. One day of this, then says the doc, I should be good. The photo is from Tuesday night, shower time.
Wednesday afternoon, the lawn guys came to set down fertilizer and broadleaf weed killer. I was not aware they were coming, so when they turned on the outside faucet and it screamed, I thought I had turned on the wrong burner under my lunch, and the teakettle was screaming. The sliding glass door to the deck was partly open because... dog, right? Fenced yard, right?
But the lawn guy had left the gate open before he started the water running, and while I was shuffling around the kitchen trying to figure out the sound... Ember set out the back door to investigate. The sound stops, and it dawns on me what it was, so I go look out the front (where that faucet is) and what do I see? Ember! On the front steps. Outside the fence!
Yikes, right? I open the door, "There you are!" I called her name, stepping back and holding the door open. She bounded up the stairs and into the house, expecting her name-call treat. Ya think she got it? Darn tootin' she did! Mommy was so happy and pleased with the speed of her recall!
Thursday The Prisoner had his vet exam. I was brushing him on Monday morning on the counter across from Ember's crate. Ember was a good girl and didn't lose her puppy manners over me paying this kind of attention to the kitty. OK, maybe she barked a couple of times. The kitty was for the most part OK with the attention... he likes getting the undercoat brushed out and the burrs removed. The two of them are pretty polite to one another, even though The Prisoner maintains his right to avoid the pup, and I carefully make sure he has his safe space. But at this point in their relationship, Ember respects my asking her to wait while I enter the sanctum to feed the cat.
Friday morning Ember had another well-behaved leash walk, earlier than some mornings. Between 6:30 and 7 a.m. you see all sorts of "the neighborhood waking up" activity, from people taking advantage of the cooler temperatures for their own walks, to dog-walkers getting in a pre-work walk, to folks watering their yard plantings, to the usual commuters backing out of their garages and headed to work.
That pretty much wraps the week here. We're supposed to have a slightly cooler weekend, and I look forward to that!
Life is good. Keep on Sparking!
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