I posted two days ago that I went to a local agility trial in the morning. I did watch some of the runs and went around to some of the booths as well, but I was really there for two reasons. One, to meet up with some friends. Specifically, to split up some meat we had purchased as a group (warning, raw meat picture later in post). Two, to take Koira to the chiropractor, in hopes of solving her mysterious limping issues that way. We also had the added bonus of a visit to an unfamiliar park to play in.
The day was beautiful.
I left the frisbee in the car, since the footing was pretty muddy underneath all that lush green grass.
The dogs didn't seem to mind though, since I did agree to bring out the chuck-it and a racquetball.
We didn't stay too long, but the dogs did get a chance to run off some energy and enjoy some new scenery.
Pallo and Koira both went to see the chiropractor. Pallo had a funky neck thing again, which the chiro down in California commented on as well. She thought it was from being walked using a flat buckle collar but this chiro suggested it might be something about how he is hitting the flyball box. As soon as she said that, it brought to my mind the pictures of Pallo, nose totally squished against the box face when the ball doesn't pop out fast enough, followed quickly by my mental note that our boxes have too much lag time between trigger and plunger. We're fixing it soon, so hopefully that will help the neck thing.
Koira did have enough of a jam up in her mid back that the chiropractor (while not making any promises) thought it likely to be linked to the limping. Basically, what she did say was that it was certainly bad enough to have caused some lameness. So hopefully the whole mystery limping thing will go away now. Fingers crossed.
The other reason for meeting up at the agility trial and dog show was to split up some meat with two friends. Specifically, the three of us decided to try out a bulk ordering group by purchasing two calves to split three ways. Which we did in the parking lot.
I'm a bit surprised, and worried, that no one so much as commented on the fact that two women were casually sorting through a huge pile of bloody meat chunks in the parking lot. What kind of town is this, anyway?