Bowled over….ouch

Poor Gandalf. Yesterday he got bowled over not once, but three times by an exhuberant border collie cross. On the sand. I tried not to panic, and he got himself up and grrrred at her. As she deserved! Luckily the owners called her off.

I didn’t baby him as I dearly wanted to 🙂 and instead threw the thong (the flip flop!!) into the water. He is really a very brave boy.

On the way home he jumped out of the buggy and decided to be a big growly boy at a sweet but a little bouncy black dog. I admit I didn’t tell him off, really. Said the words though. It was almost as if he was re-asserting himself!

And today. Well! Portia the bull terrier was on the beach and freaking out about something…spooked herself and was off and running with her (aging) person trying to catch her. Gandalf and I joined in the run. She ended up getting smooshed onto the rocks by a wave at which point Alan was able to grab her. Gandalf and I then took over. He was a dear sweet boy with her, no naughty growlings or anything, and it was like he knew she was in trouble. I managed to get the shaking Alan to the roadside with Portia and waited with them until Alan’s wife came to pick them up. They’re actually almost-neighbours. I’m just about to go down and deliver a horse lead so Portia can go to the beach again asap to get over her freakdom safely. And so Alan can feel better too!

My darling Gandalf is now resting. He knows I’m going out for a little while without him so I am getting the sad sad sad look.

Happy days to all our tripawd friends…

Physio…

And she was happy with Gandalf’s progress.  She says he’s more stable when he runs, and that he’s getting a good band of muscle down his back. It almost looks like he’s put on weight–he’s looking chunkier (if that’s a word!).

He does have a few sore spots (but Emma says, we’re sore too when someone presses on muscle 🙂 ), halfway down his back, on his muscle with his amputated leg.

We talked about whether Gandalf needs one rest day a week (we go swimming every day at the moment), and she thought maybe this was a good idea. But the problem is he LOOKS at me as if to say…huh, come on mom, get your gear on and let’s get outta here! As if we could have a day off.

 Emma is going come back in 3 weeks and maybe go to the beach with us to see how he does in the water. I’ll try and get a video that day!

Is it week 10?

I know, I’ve been silent. Feel like I can’t keep whining…”is he ok”  constantly, but we’re still in that zone.

Yep, still worrying. Gandalf is the dearest boy, and yeah, still trying to do the best for him. In the trolley to the beach, then a bit of a walk, and a swim every day. He just loves the beach. And the river.

Physio on Friday, then maybe we’ll see the vet again. Saw him last week and he thought Gandalf looked good. But he’s started this kinda drop walk thing. He runs like the wind, looks terrific, but the slow walk looks kinda painful.

He’s decided there’s something in the neighbour’s yard under a bush. Spends ages looking…maybe he’s doing too much standing? Maybe.

Sorry to be so down.