I'm going to blame the vast majority of this post and this meltdown on the fact that I am not even halfway through a 10 straight day at work schedule, and the fact that work is literally ruining my life.
Tomorrow is 3 weeks until our next tournament. This tournament was going to be a big and awesome milestone as it marks one full year of competitions in the sport I love with my bestest-best-dog, Trophy. I was *SO* hoping that Demo would be ready to debut in some way shape or form, but that's not going to be the case.
In fact, right now I don't know if any of my dogs will be running.
I did 3 boxturns with Trophy on Wednesday night after I finished up a very.bad training session with Demo.
3 box turns was just about 3 too many. Trophy was happy, he was excited to play our game, he ricocheted off the box with 3 picture perfect turns, he didn't have any lameness at all, but he toe started bleeding slightly. Not a lot, just enough to stain the hair around the hole in his toe burgundy, but enough to freak me out.
I am still planning on taking him to practice tomorrow, but will not be doing anything other than run outs.
Then, there is Pan who has magically respawned not one, but TWO papilloma's on her tongue. They have to be gone in 3 weeks or I have to pull her.
And then there is Demo. I'm so freaking frustrated with him right now. The sound of the box triggering tonight freaked him out and he refused to go near it. He refused to tug. I know that my overall stress is not helping with training him and I'm hoping I can pass him on to a team mate tomorrow to work on turns... but he will not be running in 3 weeks.
So there you have it. I'm stressed from work and my one great joyful outlet is crashing down around me. hurrah life.