Today Sambo finally got to go to agility training. Recently he started limping again and so he was on a forced rest last week – he had just walks and clicking, nothing too active, no training, no playing with his tricolor friend… Besides, last week I was quite busy and poor Sambo got only one walk a day instead of two for two days in a row. I tried to convince myself that he has to rest anyway and that it is for his own good. Well, after this two days I noticed that the neurotic in him started to increase rapidly inspite of my effort (clicking and tricks for his brain) as he started to howl, scream and whine at every smallest sign of me leaving, all in all, he started being an average unbalanced Belgian. So when he saw me leaving the living room through the window he flew over the five steps that separate the terrace from the garden a few times, probably hoping that I'm going out and that he's coming with me. I don't know if this is the reason that despite of the otherwise calm and inactive week the limping continued. Anywho, today I decided to take him to training anyway because last week he almost threw himself under the car when he realized I was going to training without him. I came a bit earlier so I could do some rally obedience with him and then he had a little chat with his schoolmates that had already arrived; I only did a few dogwalks and tunnels with him, the least risky obstacles, so he could have a bit of fun anyway. He of course worked much less than usual, but I think it was better than doing nothing at all. He was the good old Black Death from the beginning years in agility though… A glassy look, his eyes spinning round, foam coming from his mouth… How romantic ;-).
Oh well, let's keep our fingers crossed for the leg to be ok so that the nigger will be able to fly over the obstacles as soon as possible without limitations again.
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