Baby Desmond is now five months old. He now tips the scales at 14.4 pounds, a gain of about three pounds over the last month. As in previous months, most of that gain has been in legs. One of these days I hope his legs will slow down, or I’m going to have a baby merle giraffe on my hands. He does put those wheels to good use while doing hot laps around the yard.
He is most definitely a handsome little dude, a whirlwind of flying ears, waving paws, and endless wiggles. We’re currently working on things that he finds extraordinarily boring, yet gamely humors me; sit stays, sitting by an open door before being released to imitate a Dakar rally car in the yard, and only jumping shoulder-high by invitation. (This last one is just too tough, I often find yodeling Des bouncing alongside while I’m filling the dinner dishes. This wouldn’t be odd, except that I’m standing upright, and he’s clearing the height of the countertops).
Duncan, on the other hand, is about to begin a new year of trialling, and it’s looking to be momentous. We have a few trials to warm up for Nationals in March, which will be a fantastic experience. We’re working on improving his running contacts, and my challenge is learning to get him around the course in a way that keeps him off his brakes and driving forward.
Duncan, I am thankful to you for your sunny grin, and for helping me find a better and more positive way to get there with you. Let’s rock the house this year!
Lets get this show on the road! The drive to our first trial of the year is easy, however the commute is waaaay different! Stay tuned…