Another Day, Another . . . Dog Show?
So, after a relatively long dog show drought (a couple of months, which seems endless for addicts like me), I am doing another dog show, just two weeks after the last one. This one is in Lloydminster, which is on the border between Alberta and Saskatchewan. I didn’t think it was a very long drive, but I’ve been told it’s longer than I think, so I have taken a day off work to accomodate the travel time. Not the ideal plan for me, given that I only have 10 hours of vacation left to get me through Christmas, but what can you do?
Anyhow, I spent yesterday grooming up a storm, to ensure the dogs are ready. Granted, their trims have held up fairly well since the last show (only a week ago and a day or two), but there’s always touch-up work to be done. And since Grace was dirty (she’s like Pigpen from Charlie Brown, I swear!), I bathed her. Dried her and made her look lovely.
Imagine my dismay when I opened the door to the smell of poop. First of all, regardless of what I have planned for the day, week or month, that’s a crappy way to come home (yes, pun intended!). But less than 24 hours after spending ages bathing and blowdrying my dog, I knew Murphy’s Law had reigned and it HAD to be her that was dirty. I was right. Now, they share a wire crate large enough to house a Great Dane, so both dogs were icky, but Grace was just disgusting. Lucky me. In the 30 minutes since I’ve gotten home, I have washed the crate pan, started laundry and washed the back end of an otherwise clean dog. She’s had Kaopectate, and I sure hope this diarrhea gets under control soon!
Anyhow, that has been my Monday adventure thus far. I hope your week started off better. Oh, and happy birthday to Benny-Wenny-Poopy Yucky! I know you love the nickname, so . . . enjoy!