Don't Eat That!

 Behold my new mud room shelves.  Now all of our everyday shoes and boots can stay above the level of puppy destruction and avoid the fate of my black slippers.  Seems we have entered the phase where the puppy knows full well what toys are hers and which ones require her to run from me when they reach her mouth.  And by the way, the mouth still contains a Dune Sandworm level of sharp, flesh tearing teeth. So, along with our other issues, we have added a shoe fetish.

In other news Cliffy is soon to be married and although I have previously committed to going we are still fleshing out the details.  Seems the venue is not in fact puppy friendly as I had believed so that leaves us some problems to work out.  I will have to come to a decision soon as whether to attend or not.  Although the drive is long more worrisome is the fact that Ladi suffers from a massive case of separation anxiety.  As long as she can see me or knows that I am around she is fine. But take her person out of the equation and she sounds as if I have deposited her left foot in a blender.  We are working on a couple hours of alone time in the kennel on my days off but in the meantime we are together 24/7.  Great for the dog, tiring for me.

Now as we are entering the fall and Ladi is growing I am beginning to look to my recreational future.  While I'm sure we will be doing some rudimentary 'hunting' this year ski season is a huge question mark.  Problem is my knee has finally come to the point where it hurts all the time.  I can wrap it and get on with the day but from time to time I twist it just right and in addition to the pain, I have to limp around for a while before things crackle and pop their way back into shape.  I'm thinking that a trip to the knee specialist is in my future.  If the time to operate is coming that puts the mallacka on the ski season and beyond. (ATTN SKI FRENDS: if there is an operation prepare for the best ski season on record guaranteed!) Wish me luck.  I am also enclosing a photo of the quiet moments of dog ownership that almost make all the other problems go away. Almost.

GBCH