Kona jogging along the hay bale wall as Lauren and I walk along.
After spending most of last week, scared and concerned for Bruno, Sunday was a little bit of a let-down from the huge emotional roller coaster we had been on.
But life had continued during our hard Bruno week. I managed to get momma’s hair, finger and toe nails done on Wednesday. It was a little difficult to maneuver her up into the big chair, her smiling face was enough thanks.
I saw the orthopedic surgeon Wednesday, too. My MRI results were much as I feared. But I will take my time, doing therapy, swimming, and trying not to use the bad arm more than I have to do.
The doc told me the rotator tear takes six months to heal. So, I am halfway through it. He told me swimming was great but not freestyle. Each time I swam, I started out doing free. Then my shoulder ached the rest of the day and night. When I swam next, I only did backstroke and breast. I easily swam my old workout. Maybe not in my old time, but using both arms every stroke. It was pretty inspiring. Just need to slow down and work what I can.
Jordyn finished up her camp at Whipple Tree, trotting along, both under saddle and bareback. Definitely a resounding success!
About a year ago, I told the story of Amber’s family losing giant Irish Wolfhound, Miller in a tragic accident. Today, their new pup, Nellie, celebrates her first birthday. Sadness grows into bright smiles over time.
Sunday, Lauren went off jet skiing with Blake. I spent some time with mom, cleaned around the barn and worked several hours on office stuff. It all went more easily with no interruptions. I got my work done and was off to bed.
Lexi when she first met Nellie. Both grew a lot this year.
I interviewed a lady who breeds wolfhounds. The puppy in the picture is probably six weeks old ;o) They are wonderful dogs. Re the shoulder–like with horses, slow and steady wins the race. I had to wait six months before I could do ANYTHING like ride the horse. I was able to drive after six weeks (my time off from my part-time job) but not being able to lift anything or raise my arm higher than my shoulder was a real pain in the patoot. Continued success to you and PATIENCE!!
Gorgeous dog! Always loved Irish Wolfhounds, such a neat breed!