I cleaned up the poop and just closed the door behind me, crawling back into bed for a half hour sulk. Then I came back downstairs to clean up the mess.
Blues is like an undirected cannon on the leash, every which way at once. She needs to run, but she listens so poorly when I call her that I'm not sure I want to let her run off the leash. See, I have a Starlet and it can only fit one deerhound at a time (with difficulty). Maybe I could fit Sam in there too, he's lost a lot of weight, but not two deerhounds at once. So, Blues would be running without a Dot to fetch her if she decided to go off, or a Jazz to correct her. There are no safe, enclosed open running places here so she'll just have to do with the daily boisterous walks. It makes me a bit sad, this part of the country is not suited to deerhounds (which is why I now decided, I won't be taking one of Joachim's new pups next year).
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