Well Keri went to her first vet visit tonight. She was better on the car than Rufus was. My friend, Roberta, predicted this but I didn’t believe her. Of course she was right! I was very pleased. She is very vocal so barked, sang and thrilled at the vets. She got on the scale with little coaxing. She weights 32 pounds. The above picture was taken when she was 5 months old. She loves to play with Rufus. Their play time is very important and they need lots of it every day. The one-on-one, face-to-face is crucial. Playing side by side in the kennel run isn’t the same thing. They need the interaction.
She was exhausted after the vet visit — so was I! She gets spayed on 10/8. I think back to all the years I showed dogs with my mother up and down the east coast from Louisville, KY to Freeport, ME. Many puppies trained and shown, litters whelped and older dogs passing on. Lots of work getting a puppy used to traveling in the car, being groomed, trimmed, brushed and powdered. Then lead broken, obedience trained and shown. I had so much fun when I did it. I especially enjoyed competing in brace class when the two dogs are coupled together and must work as one.
Keri is settling down finally. I see glimpses of the beautiful adult she will be beneath her puppy exuberance. It takes a gentle hand to encourage, yet to be firm. She is VERY willful and demanding. She tests at each turn. Finally this week Rufus actually snapped at her over their bone. If course she wanted the one he had despite the five others scattered around. She was shocked when he growled and snapped. You could see her saying, :I don’t believe he just did that!” Of course if Julie was still here, Keri would be an angel puppy — or minus her head! Julie had no time for cheeky puppies. She did a fabulous job raising Rufus.
One thing I’ve learned about my dogs is to enjoy them every day. You never know how long they will live, no matter how healthy. Serena was dead in three days at 8.5 years, much too early. Yet Amber lived on to 14 which I never would have believed since she had Lyme’s very badly twice. You never know. So no matter how annoyed or tired I get, at the end of the day I give a big hug to Rufus and Keri and thank God they are in my life now. I am indeed blessed to have two wonderful collies.
It is late, Keri is flat out in her crate. Rufus is on the dog bed in the living room. He’ll be in again to the office to check on me. He always checks to see where I am and if I need anything. As if he can make me another cup to tea!