rest your tail
The trio ascends the driveway at a turtle’s pace. Henrietta’s wag is lost — not an ounce of kangaroo in her movements this morning. Yet, when Loveletterist took the leash off of the hook, Henny assumed her wing-dog position.
“You plaaaaaaa hard — you’re gahhh-na take some lumps — eh Henny girl?” Thalia lets go of the leash and somersaults into the grass.
Nią sighs. They’ve play of their own to take care of. “Henny. Get up! Let’s go!”
Calliope stands on her left leg and raises her right knee toward her chest. She switches legs. Her balance is remarkable… until she tries it with her eyes closed. “I guess… There’s always room for improvement?”
I know you’ve heard it a thousand times before. But it’s true — hard work pays off. If you want to be good, you have to practice, practice, practice. If you don’t love something, then don’t do it.
~Ray Bradbury
rest your tail
A note from Loveletterist:
Henny is being such a trooper. An inspiration!
Yesterday's video:
https://www.instagram.com/reel/CwxfJNsutHk/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
Ray Bradbury’s advice, for improved balance using alternating one-leg stands, calls for practice, practice, practice! Developing love for one leg stands might be difficult, but keeling over is likely much harder to love! Perhaps slight nuance is required?
Reading “wag is lost” provided some well thought out measures, including excluding fractures or tumors. The advice to not encouraging tail wagging made me smile. Our Izzie is an exuberant tail wagger for just about everything! Putting her in traction seems likely to be a challenge. 🙃
This LoveLetter was entertaining, informative, and much to the heart of “packs.” Henny’s promptly assuming the wing position, at the sight of the leash, to me is indicative of their being part of the pack!
Now for ice and a heating pad...