Apollo had an appointment yesterday to get his shot and annual check up. We took Ava in to introduce her to Dr. Anne and have removed a pesky stitch left over from her spaying. It was very busy and the waiting room was full. Every single one of them sitting there made the comment, “what kind of dogs are those?” And when told greyhounds, “oh, they’re really hyper, aren’t they – do you let them run out in the country”. At that point I disengaged from any further conversation and let the big fella educate the Luddites.
I was trying to get them up and out in the yard for a little pee before I left to run some errands this morning.
It actually started to melt today. But the electric blanket it still plugged in!
Ava’s such a hilarious little dog. If I’m in the living room,it seems she can’t get herself up on the couch. She flops her front legs on the couch and gives me a helpless look. Then she stretches herself out and I’ll boost her up. However, if I’m in the kitchen and she can’t see me, she’s bouncing up on there like a kangaroo. I think it comes from her being the darling of the GH farm (and they must have fed her everything off of plates, from their hands, etc. because nothing is sacred in her mind. If it’s food, it should be given to her). She’s lucky she’s small. She weighed in at 56 pounds and Apollo was 82. He’s slimmed down. Last year he was 89.
Work, work, work. All work and no knitting makes for …. a bigger mortgage prepayment? I looked through my big knitting pattern binder tonight and have a few ideas of something to start but will wait until tomorrow or Saturday. I may be wavering on Pole. I have had the pattern for Imogen for a long time and really like the look of it. It’s a little shorter and less flared than the Pole design. We’ll see.