I should really think about updating more often. Here is a compilation of everything I've been thinking about lately.
Sadly, we've switched Revy back to kibble for awhile. She was doing fine on raw, but then suddenly spiraled back to weighing 16lbs and having issues with digestion. We're assuming it's SIBO (Small Intestine Bacterial Overgrowth) so I started her on a round of Tylan (an antibiotic) and put her back on kibble (Wellness CORE Original) and powdered porcine enzymes. She's already looking better, and while I'd like to keep her on raw I don't think it's going to work for her. Of course, now I have 15lbs of raw pancreas in my freezer for no reason.
Kaylee is doing so well after her spay and tooth extraction. She has one stitch in her mouth that hasn't dissolved yet, and we're impatiently waiting for it to disappear so she can get bone-in raw again. She's so happy and energetic now - it's like she's a puppy again. I love this side of her, because it's yet another indicator to me that she's enjoying life and not ready to even begin to slow down.
The State Fair Dog Show was... embarrassing. We discovered that she can't resist the poop of ruminant animals, so she spent more time trying to eat cow-pies than actually do her job. Didn't see that coming!
This weekend we hope to finish her title. She has two chances to get her last leg, so hopefully she can hold herself together long enough to qualify. On the plus side, there will be no cow poop in the ring this time.
In a few weeks, Kaylee will be making her debut in UKC Altered Conformation. We're mostly going to support Aryn and Rocket as they try to get that elusive third competition win to finish his U-CH, but it'll also be fun for Kaylee to play "show dog" once again. If there's food involved (and there always is in conformation,) she loves it.
Next month she will start (and finish) her CA title. We'll be driving down to Lincoln NE for the first two runs, then finishing the title and getting a run towards her CAA in Ramsey MN two weekends later. If her blood-curdling anticipatory screaming is any indicator, I'd say this is her favorite sport!
On Jayne and Talla
Jayne and Talla have kind of been put on the back burner recently. I feel bad, but I only have so much free time in any given day and Kaylee is the "priority" dog right now. They're happy and healthy, and enjoying being "couch dogs" while Kaylee gets to have fun and work on completing titles. Their time will come.
On crazy dietary changes
Aryn decided to "go paleo" and needed a buddy to keep her on track. I was more than happy to oblige, as it's basically gluten free taken to the extreme, and then some. The detox was terrible, but I got past it and I'm feeling great. I have made a few observations though....
1. There's a reason my grandparents call Whole Foods "Whole Paycheck"
2. It's really hard to find anything without added cane sugar or other processed junk
3. Paleo = no more alarm clocks... what a great side effect!
4. I feel like I'm part of a cult. Oddly enough, I don't mind.
One of the paleo catchphrases I've seen is "a relationship with food." It really rings true for me... I used to (and still do, sometimes) rely heavily on an unhealthy relationship with food to get me through stressful situations. I've mostly been able to kick the habit of eating bad-for-me food when I'm stressed or bored, especially since that sort of behavior is what got me into this whole mess. I don't know where I'm going with this... just... it's an interesting thing to think about, this "relationship with food."
On hilarious things my husband says
I'm supposed to preface this by saying that I don't share these stories to make my husband look dumb. I share these stories because they're funny, and I think they help paint a good picture of why Steve is so much fun. If there's one thing to be said about Steve, it's that he is very good at making me laugh.
A few days ago we were on our way to a movie. I don't remember what we were talking about, but apparently it was something that made him sad and a little bit nostalgic (in a lighthearted way.) In response to something I said, he whipped his head around and said, "Well excuuuuse me... the pain of loss is still fresh in my mind!" .... the pain of loss? I started laughing. Who says stuff like that, outside of soap operas and Broadway musicals? He looked a bit taken aback, and said, "I can't help it if I have the heart of a poet!"
Today we were talking about what we should do next week. Steve insisted that we take a walk around town - specifically, walk the route he runs a few times a week, so I can see where he runs. "I have to show you my favorite pothole!" he exclaimed. Huh. Apparently my husband has a favorite pothole. He explained that he likes to jump over it when he's really tired, because it's always up in the air if he'll make it over or not. He then went on about some solar-powered light he passes every night, and how it seems to be defective because it flickers instead of shining steady. I honestly don't pay that much attention to my surroundings on my runs... apparently I've been missing out on potholes and flickering lawn lights.
On purple and stripes
About four weeks ago, my one and only purple shirt somehow got ripped in the wash. I don't know why, but it really upset me. I had no more purple in my life, and that made me really sad. As I looked at my remaining wardrobe, I realized I also did not have anything stripey anymore. It shouldn't have made me as depressed as it did... I mean, it's just a color and a pattern. There are bigger things in life to worry about than not having any purple shirts. Really, truly.
I tried to let it go. I did not succeed. Two weeks later I was still yearning for purple. I was unable to find anything suitable at Target, and was forced to order some shirts online to make myself feel a bit better. Then, curse it, my friend Angela started talking about purple Vibram Fivefingers. I suddenly decided I needed purple Vibram Fivefingers. Upon seeing how distraught I was about the color purple and my lack thereof of the damn color, Steve vowed to buy me those crazyass purple VFF Speeds I'd decided to fixate on.
I am delighted to report that my purple shirts arrived today - including a purple striped shirt - and my purple VFF Speeds have shipped. Once they arrive, I feel my soul will be complete once again.
Yes, I'm aware I'm insane. Purple, who would have thought....
On stupid people at Grays Lake
Why, why, why are people so stupid? No one gives anyone space at Grays Lake. No one has well trained dogs at Grays Lake. No one at Grays Lake understands canine behavior or body language. This creates the trifecta of FAIL when it comes to our weekly walks.
Yesterday Rocket and Kaylee scared the crap out of some guy who was letting his pit bull stop and stare down other dogs. I don't know what the owner was expecting by letting his dog go to the end of the leash (on a narrow path) and stare down our dogs at twilight, but two angry Dobermans roaring at his dog was not it. Our dogs aren't mean... they were simply communicating to your dog that he'd best check himself before he wrecks himself. Kaylee and Rocket won't start a fight, but you can be darn sure that if provoked, they'll be doing the canine equivalent of thumping their chests and yelling, "Bring it!"
Also, if you're planning on walking your dog in one of the busiest public places in Iowa's largest city... leave the Flexi leashes at home. Letting your dog have a full twenty feet of line on a busy exercise path is disrespectful, dangerous and rude.
Also, I love paleo cinnamon cookies. Here's a picture of Revy with a toy stuck on her head.