The weather seems to have finally started a shift away from cold and wet and towards a drier, warmer space - it was 67F on my ride home from work on Monday, and over 50F when I rode to work yesterday morning. Of course, now a new storm has wandered our way and it was about 36F on my way in today, but I will firmly cling to hope that we are finally moving towards spring. After all, we've had less rain than the weather forecasters have called for over the past few days, so maybe we're getting there!
Curzon continues to be his own awesome self, completely oblivious to any surgery, pain, or rehab that happened just mere weeks ago. The photo above was taken last week at eight weeks post-op, and really there's nothing more to say beyond "it's like it never happened." His mentality, behavior, mannerisms, and even his fur (well, almost) are just as they were before that fateful day when I found a lump on his rib. Right now I think he's frustrated with us because we're being cautious about his return to flyball, as even though he'll be competing at the May 5/6 tournament we haven't let him hit the flyball box yet. That will come this weekend, however, as he did more jumping drills last week as well as some wall work and passed both with flying colors.
Chris has been gone on a business trip for a while, and while he's been away I've been having one of the dogs sleep with me at night on a blanket on his side of the bed. I need to wash the duvet anyway, so I figure it's fair enough. I'm sleeping much better since I started doing that, as I know that whichever of the two dogs who sleep with me (Curzon on weekdays, Ezri on the weekend) will wake up and alert me if something happens. I'm a very deep sleeper, so I think I was subconsciously keeping myself almost-awake the night or two that I slept without one of the dogs, which meant the next day was pretty rough. I took the 9 weeks post-op picture above on the blanket that Curzon's been sleeping on - he makes funny faces when I try to take pictures of him before breakfast.
Last Sunday, April 1, was the day we've chosen as Jadzia's birthday - and this year that marked her tenth birthday. Despite aging and developing a few extra special border collie tics, namely anxiety and possibly a touch of dementia already, Jadzia is still a lovely dog to have around the house and a wonderful pet. She is the reason we ended up playing flyball and with Curzon and Ezri, so no matter what I will always be grateful to her for bringing me down this road. Happy 10th birthday, babydoll - Jadzia HIC CGC NDD-R TFE-II FGDCh50k.
On Saturday I took Curzon and Ezri to the nearby dog pool, where they get to jump into the water and swim for their tennis balls. Curzon was much happier to be here this time, instead of the boring old therapy pool where I make him swim in circles without much jumping!
With Chris gone, I've been having quite a few gluten-filled meals since I don't have to worry about cooking for him as well. This is the most adorable chicken pot pie I bought from the farmers' market last weekend, which I baked for dinner last night. It is delicious, and is full of all kinds of things, plus it has a tiny chicken cutout in the crust - what's not to like? I'm looking forward to having the rest of it for dinner tonight.
On Saturday my friend Michael came over and we cooked dinner together, with him choosing and making a recipe of pork chops in a red wine and garlic reduction and me making mashed potatoes and asparagus to go along with it. The pork chops were absolutely delightful...yum...I will have to make them again for Chris to enjoy at some point.
This weekend I am traveling with Ezri and friends to Victoria island for a UFLI flyball tournament. This will be the last time I get to run with Ezri's sister Indigo, so it will be both fun and sad for me. I'm really looking forward to it, however, despite the way-too-early start we have to make on Friday to make the ferry from Anacortes!