Did you ever have a fight with your best friend and afterwards you felt awful? The next time you saw each other, you were so happy to be together that you forgot about who was right and who was wrong and the whole thing seemed unimportant.
This has been a rough week here at Legacy. Samba and Morgan are best friends. They do everything together, but occasionally, like any best friends, they have a little disagreement. Usually there is some growling and maybe they will snap at each other, but there is almost never any blood shed.
This week was different. Going out the door into the yard Samba growled at Morgan and Morgan snapped at Samba. That might have been the end of it except that Samba's four daughters were right there and came to their mother's defense. They all attacked Morgan.
I was right there to break it up and send everyone to their corners, but there were some casualties. Samba has a spot on her shoulder where she was scratched and she lost a patch of hair. Because of her illness, her hair comes out very easily, so it looks worse than it is.
Morgan has a couple of cuts on her ear. At first I was worried because there was quite a bit of blood, but if you've ever cut your ear, you know they bleed like crazy. Once I got it cleaned up and some ointment on it, it didn't look so bad. Morgan was pretty upset, so she got lots of special attention all day. Today they're BFFs again.
The bad boy has been at it this week. Fudge has been pushing Noah around until Noah couldn't take any more and fought back. Fudge wound up with a little cut under his eye. It's pretty well healed up now, but you'd think that dog would learn. he pushes the others around till they fight back, but he always loses the fight. Fudge is the one who always gets hurt.
Noah walked away without a scratch. Fudge never gets the message, though.
After Noah beat him up, Fudge turned his attention to Norma Jean. He won't leave her alone. He follows her around and he pushes toys in her face and to get her attention he tried nipping her. I heard her squeal and went to her defense, but not before she chased him away and twisted her foot. Now she's limping around and I'm keeping her close to me to watch her. Sometimes she forgets her limp and chases around the yard with her sisters, so I don't think it's too serious an injury.
Then there's Bailey. Bailey has been busy trying to excavate the yard. Who knows what she's hunting for, but she digs deep holes and she does it fast. Then she sticks her face into the hole to try to find her prey. Apparently she's inhaled too much dirt this week and has a cough that sounds like she's been smoking cigarettes. She's getting liquid Benedryl morning and evening and the cough is getting better. I'm also trying to keep an eye on her to prevent any more digging.
You may think things are out of control here, but consider if you had ten 2 year olds playing together in the sandbox everyday. Believe me, you'd have some similar problems.
I take full responsibility for the short tempers. I have been sick since Thanksgiving. My doctor, after running a bunch of tests, has decided that I had strept throat and an infected saliva gland. A double course of antibiotics have made my throat better, but the meds have upset my stomach badly. I only have a couple more days on them, then I hope to start feeling better.
Because I've been sick for so long, I haven't been giving the dogs all the exercise they need. We usually play lots of games with them and show them lots of new activities to keep them busy, but lately, it's been out and right back in. Like any bored kid, they've been getting on each others nerves.
We have a yard full of mud from all the snow melting, so our solution was to buy 40 bales of straw to cover the yard. Rob has been putting down grass seed, then covering it with a thick layer of straw. It's helped enormously. I haven't had to wash 40 feet every time they come inside and we can walk thru the yard without sinking up to our ankles in mud.
I haven't been completely out of it while I was sick. I did a lot of reading and a little knitting.
Dawn, if you're reading this, here is the lapghan that I finished. I'll be getting in touch for your address to send it to you.
So, for Thankful Thursday, I glad that I'm feeling better and nothing serious showed up on all the tests. I'm thankful that none of my pups got hurt badly and they're all getting along well now.
I'm thankful that I don't have to slog thru inches of mud anymore.
In case you're wondering, when the dogs go outside to play, Fudge is spending the time sitting in a crate by himself. When everyone else, except Tsar, comes inside, then he gets to go out and run around. I'm hoping I can impress on him that the others don't like being pushed around. Things are seldom dull around here.