As soon as our regular vet closed for the weekend yesterday, K started displaying obvious signs of a urinary tract infection. K has had many of these infections in her life due to her hind end conformation. So, I started her on the usual antibiotics which usually help in 24 hours or so.
K felt good enough for a short hike in the evening. Then, the second surprise... as we hiked through a meadow, R started violently sneezing. He continued on and on and on. By 10 PM, we called the emergency vet to find out how rapidly foxtails can migrate from the nose up to the brain. The reply, "very occasionally, it can happen in less than 12 hours", meant a drive to the city to the vet. But, in the end, the vet discovered that R had sneezed out the sneaky grass seed in one of his hundreds of sneezes when she knocked him out to look up his snout.
This morning, K seemed much better so I tried taking her for a short mountain bike ride. We rode up high and stopped for a photo and a hug.
At times, she seemed almost like her normal high energy self.
But then, she gave me a look that told me that she needed to go home. No real riding for her today.
She seems tired but her symptoms are much better. Maybe she'll feel like frolicking tomorrow. I hope so. My day doesn't seem complete without a real ride with K.
I headed out to ride on my own, leaving K at home to work on a Kong with food frozen inside it. I didn't use my usual weekend strategy of riding only the most obscure and unknown trails. As a result, I seemed to spend more time chatting with neighbors than riding! But, I needed an easier day on the bike and I enjoyed my chats so that was OK with me.
I spotted a carpet of twin flowers in a lush green patch in the midst of a pine forest. They are tiny plants that each have two bell-like flowers hanging from the stems.
As I rode along a ridge, I enjoyed the views of flowers and mountains but heard the echoes of gunfire from a recreational area where people love to recklessly shoot at anything in their field of view - a very dangerous situation for those of us traveling on the heavily forested trails. I changed my route to avoid the shooting and headed for home. I think that I'll stick with the deep woods and obscure trails next weekend.
Here's to a day of healing with the clouds lifting from the mountaintops for the Labraduo while we humans enjoy a mountain stage of the Tour de France!