Poor Scout is on the injured reserve list. On our 14 mile trail run on Saturday, she literally ran her little foot pads off. The true companion that she is, she gave no indication that she was in pain while on the Saturday run. It was only later that evening that she showed tenderness in her feet. Today, Monday, she seems just fine. Playing in the yard with her toys, you would guess that nothing is amiss. She is running and jumping like usual. The pads on her feet, however, tell the story of many prairie dogs chased, mucho miles of rough, unforgiving land covered. She is off of running for this week. We will re-assess the situation next Saturday.Scout is pissed about this. She woefully endures nightly applications of "Tuff Feet - A dog is only as good as it's feet" topical medication. To top it off, her fantasy Tour de France team "Team Scout" has moved to last in the league standings. It seems her tour riders are acting in sympathy and riding as if they are injured as well. What a rough week to be a dog.
Dogs have an amazing capacity for loyalty, one which far surpasses that of human relationships. Scout's willingness to continue running on Saturday reminds me of another true companion - 
my best boy, Caesar. After months and months of tests, xrays, and vet visits, at the age of 10 1/2, Caesar was diagnosed with bone cancer. Although in obvious pain, he continued to follow me from room to room, trudging around on his splinted leg. Up until the very end, the little stump of his tail still wagged, his butt still wiggled, he had a smile on his face, and he would lick you to death if you let him. He was a true companion - with me through all of the toughest times of my life - my one constant... And he remains with me in spirit. Rest in peace, 
my baby Caesar.
my best boy, Caesar. After months and months of tests, xrays, and vet visits, at the age of 10 1/2, Caesar was diagnosed with bone cancer. Although in obvious pain, he continued to follow me from room to room, trudging around on his splinted leg. Up until the very end, the little stump of his tail still wagged, his butt still wiggled, he had a smile on his face, and he would lick you to death if you let him. He was a true companion - with me through all of the toughest times of my life - my one constant... And he remains with me in spirit. Rest in peace, 
my baby Caesar. 
Wow...did I just have a good cry while posting this blog.
2 comments:
Yes, tears came to my eyes too. Ceaser was a good dog. I remember the licks too.
Give Scout a hug for "Oma" and kiss those tender feet. Hope they get better cause you need your running partner.
I miss all of you. Wish I could be there.
Just finally got to your blog site again. It has been awhile! I had to look at Emily's site. I like to blogs. Feel like I can keep up on what you do.... thanks, jean
PS while sargent is gone, you could do your "stripping". Umm you know the sewing jelly roll that you have. have fun!
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