The rough patch in my life just won´t end.
I haven´t lost the hope completely but dammit, I´m very close now!
After spending winter in Spain I was coming home full of plans for training with Brita. I haven´t done much there because of the absence of a proper training ground so we were both enthusiastic and full of energy.
And the very first thing she has done, on a very first walk in our own forest, was to jump so clumsily that she injured her front leg and was limping badly.
There was nothing else to do than to put her on leash, shorten the walks give her medication and hope it was something that would heal by itself. Well, it wasn´t… After a couple of weeks with no change for the better we had to see an orthopedist who diagnosed a damage on her biceps tendon and during the arthroscopy found the tendon in such a bad state that the only thing to do was to cut it off.
The chance for Brita to recover is considered to be good. But it´s going to take a looong time. We are lucky to have a very clever physiotherapist who are helping with a rehab programme but I have to forget about any competitions this year. If ever. Right now my only hope is that she will have the meaningsfull and painfree life, that´s all.
After 2 months of short walks on short leash I´m getting really fed up. We can only do some small things except that. Like walking in water every morning and some balance exercises. I´m really hoping we will be allowed to swim soon and strengthen those muscles even more.
We are using one of the lakes nearby instead for UWT, at least I can walk in water with her.
Our training lake
Early in the mornings the place is completely abandoned and quiet.
After the training
I admire Brita, she has been a wonderful and very patient soul during all this time. She accepted her captivity with no complaints. I think I have a bigger problem with accepting this boring life. And I am stressed about the doors that someone may leave open, the stairs she may climb, sofas she may jump on. all the sudden movements she may make and all the risks I cannot foresee.
our training ground at home
We are prepared for more exercises. I am prepared to fight for her, still have some of this fighting spirit in me, I don´t know from where it comes, honestly.
She is a bit suspicious about all the weird movements I want her to perform but loves the treats so we find an agreement in no time.
The Border Collie is as healthy and happy as always so there are thankfully no worries with her. Always something.
Always happy and ready for fun
What has been keeping me alive during this tough time was HOPE.
Not only for Britas recovery but for a puppy. There was an interesting puppy in Poland, ready to travel abroad but I wanted to wait for Rudas grandchild. Britas sister was mated in the beginning of May. The male is 9 years old now and his sperm was of a bad quality but still. I have chosen to wait and hope. The moment the Polish puppy had found her family I got a message that Contra is empty. There will be no puppies this year. So sad…
I would like to finish this post with something positive but it will be difficult right now.
So I´ll leave it as it is.
