Tazzie seemed to be suffering from a Regression Week making me wonder about it all (amp, chemo), kind of like Hori's lapse but not so bad. He is afterall half her size and 5-6 weeks ahead in this amputation business. We'd go to a park, invariably empty of dogs and therefore humans. He would hop about 20 yards, do his business and then just stand there with no interest in going anywhere else, reminding me of the days when he did those great imitations of a block of cement. Of course these were not official dog parks, which meant there were no dogs or people to see or visit. Nonetheless, it does not take much to worry his mum.

Today we drove miles and miles and miles to a bone-ified dog park. (Winnipeg is not nearly as dog-friendly as Calgary where almost all parks have green doggy signs.) Tazzie was happy to see all the pups and people. Even though it was far too manicured with some paved trails for Susan's liking, we hopped across the grass a respectable distance (maybe 1/2 mile, maybe a bit less) to a pond where he swam. Hmm, should I wonder about the water quality when he is Always the ONLY dog swimming? After that he was still interested in looking ahead, but we hopped back toward the car. There were lots of dogs to meet and people to lean against (which is especially appealing when you are soaked from swimming in scummy water) along the way.

The highlight was near the end when he met a border collie cross that was obsessed with chasing her ball. Tazzie was equally obsessed with her which meant that he chased her whenever she chased the ball. Phew, that was good exercise! I guess he should have gotten the phone number of that cute little collie (i.e., exercise machine).

When you don't live in a house with 10 kids or 6 dogs and 3 cats (I love the photos of Millie's pack!), you might have to dig deep to find enough motivation to get some of these tripawds hopping.

I just wonder how sore he is going to be tonight . . .

Susan