Right now, it's 8:30 PM CST. Outside it's a balmy 84 degrees and who knows what the humidity is but it's up there. We just got back from a 30 minute walk. I'm hot. Hubby's hot. At my feet are three medium sized steam engines.
Aibhne, in particular, sounds like she's going to pass out. When we first got back, she headed for the water bowl, laid down and took a desultory drink between what can only be described as gasps for air. Poor baby. She's out of shape. Maybe there's something to the vet's insistence that she lose 8 pounds.
Last time we took her on a half hour walk (which was also her first half hour walk), she panted non-stop for almost an hour. Looks like she's going to do the same thing this time.
If she didn't spend the first ten minutes of the walk trying to do her best sled-dog-starting-up-a-hill imitation, maybe she wouldn't be so completely wiped out come the last 10 minutes. Must work on the concept of heel.
Rowan and Myrddin got to try out their leash splitter for the first time in..wait, how old is Myrddin?..oh, two years. Last time, Rowan charged out the door dragging the far more timid and quite a bit smaller Myrddin out the door. I don't believe Myrddin's feet ever actually hit the ground that time. He bounced along behind Rowan like a flag until his collar popped off. This time, they were much more evenly suited - both of them charged out the door pulling me (not quite like a flag) behind them. Once Myrddin calmed down and decided he didn't need to whine and yip from excitement, they did okay. Bounced off of each other a time or two like bumper cars, but overall, it was a success.
Of course, it meant that Rowan couldn't check his p-mail. Darn.
It was my first 30 minute walk in almost a week and I can tell the difference. The heat is really the problem. It makes me queasy and a bit woozy if I'm not careful.
When we were in the Great Omaha Blizzard of 2009 (otherwise known as our Christmas vacation), we thought that Aibhne might make a good sled dog. Seems that I am not the first person to think about hooking up their Lab to a sled. Enjoy.
(BTW, we're at the half hour mark and she's still panting. Her butt is up against a cabinet and is making a drawer pull rattle. Clink. Clink. Clinkclinkclinkclink. Pause. Clinkclinkclink. Ahh. Quiet. She's left for a drink and to pass out on the kitchen floor. Second coolest place in the house.)
Ah, the joy of owning dogs.