The news of the week is that Torvi and I started beginner obedience classes with Tammy St. Louis of Skiplyn Kennels.
The church where the classes take place is a 30-minute drive away. Of course, despite Mom taking up her food earlier in the day, Torvi vomited on the way there. She didn’t on the return journey, but the entire back seat was wet with drool. And she howls, she’s so miserable in the car. I felt horrible for her.
So, I’m going to see if I can find her a Thunder Shirt. If that doesn’t work, I’ll move on to the meds our vet said they could dispense.
Once at the class, I remembered that I’d forgotten to buy a 6-foot leash, her collar was too loose, her Halti was too big, and she was declared “chubby.”
We managed to get through the class without a major incident, though. Torvi was absolutely exhausted. She just perked up today.
I’ve showed Mom and Phil the exercises I learned, and we are all working diligently with Torvi. She’s already showing some signs of improvement, though we’re not sure how much of that is from the stress and exhaustion and how much is from the practice. Shrug.
All of the pets we’ve raised have been neurotic, one way or another. I don’t think Torvi will be any different.
Here she is. That’s actually the beginning of a yawn 🙂
And here’s a pic of the orchids’ progress. It’s kind of like Pilgrim’s Progress, but with flowers 😀
I didn’t write or work on my curation Thursday night and caught up on my curation on Friday.
Tonight, I attended a friend’s 40th birthday party, stayed for the opening of the gifts and cake, and then came home to finish this post.
I’m also working on my first critique for my group.
I’ll head out on the writing trail again tomorrow. And I’m good with that.
Progress is being made, but in baby steps. Baby steps are still steps. It’s all good.
Until the next time I blog, be well, be kind, and stay strong. The world needs your stories.