My Dogs are Assholes.
Savannah was super body sore afterwards. I guess all the digging and then maneuvering her eight-year-old body into a hole wasn't easy. And, you know, the up and down the embankment and the joyous freedom-induced zoomies. I contemplated giving her something for the ouchiness, but decided that it was more important to make sure that the pain went away rather than masking it and thinking she was all better. She was fine the next morning.
|See the break in the ground cover and the fresh dirt at that little v?|
|Rainbow before the storm.|
And I lost a hubcap.
I'm not sure exactly what happened.
One moment, we're cantering between fences.
|Little vertical from woods to bigger vertical towards woods.|
While I was composing myself, I looked over and BO had parked his truck under a tree and was just standing there. I don't know if Archie saw him/heard him and spooked. Or if he tripped and got pissed off that he tripped - which has happened before. Or if he just felt like telling me to go fuck myself - which has also happened before.
We ended the ride by walking in the woods and dude was perfect. Hosed him, cooled him, gave him his beet pulp and covered him in SWAT and fly spray and turned him out in time for him to assert himself to the two new geldings. I refilled his supplements, headed home (looking the entire way for that damn hubcap), and realized that I had sprained my right thumb. Not painful, just can't use it.
|Slightly beefier than normal.|