when I fell in love with Spike, I didn't onlyfall in love with him as an individual. I fell in love with he entire breed. I didn't, and still really don't, ever want to have a dog that isn't a border collie again.
Except. It's not just the creeping deathfatigue, or perhaps it's a side effect of it, I don't know. Every time I use a muscle for more than a minute or so it behaves like I worked it into the ground for days at a stretch. I played tug with Spike yesterday and today my wrist and forearm are painful enough that I can only hold leashes lefthanded. Same thing with hip joints and lower back every time I walk anywhere or stay upright more than ten minutes.
fortunately Spike is nine now, and while he doesn't LIKE it, he's at least capable of living with reduced amounts of play and exrcise without going completely hosebeast, more or less. But I'm forced to accept that there's no way I could be fair to a younger BC, not now, not any more. My next dog's going to have to be my old lady dog; a papillon or the nearest equivalent the shelter can find me.
I'm so lucky to have Spike. I'm still heartbroken that he's going to be the only one, not the first of many like I planned. (Unless I look for geriatric border collies. Which I very well might. But that's its own kind of guaranteed heartbreak and really hard to handle without a younger dog around as a counterpoint.)
Except. It's not just the creeping deathfatigue, or perhaps it's a side effect of it, I don't know. Every time I use a muscle for more than a minute or so it behaves like I worked it into the ground for days at a stretch. I played tug with Spike yesterday and today my wrist and forearm are painful enough that I can only hold leashes lefthanded. Same thing with hip joints and lower back every time I walk anywhere or stay upright more than ten minutes.
fortunately Spike is nine now, and while he doesn't LIKE it, he's at least capable of living with reduced amounts of play and exrcise without going completely hosebeast, more or less. But I'm forced to accept that there's no way I could be fair to a younger BC, not now, not any more. My next dog's going to have to be my old lady dog; a papillon or the nearest equivalent the shelter can find me.
I'm so lucky to have Spike. I'm still heartbroken that he's going to be the only one, not the first of many like I planned. (Unless I look for geriatric border collies. Which I very well might. But that's its own kind of guaranteed heartbreak and really hard to handle without a younger dog around as a counterpoint.)
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*hugs*
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stop throwing wrenches in all my grand plans!
dammit!
i love puppy with all my might, but i'm not sure i could survive another puppyhood. and he was already 7-8 months old when i got him. so! much! energy! omg. but i wonder if i could love an easy dog the way i love puppy. either way, no more dogs under 3 years old for me i think. gotta save my sanity somehow!
i'm sorry you're having so much trouble with fatigue and overexertion from seemingly normal tasks. thats a huge challenge to deal with!
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We've got the space, and the livestock, to help with a young BC. Not to mention that would help us. Yet I am still wondering, remembering Houdini and Smudge as pups... O. Mai. Yes.
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I'd never seen a papillon before, though, and they are kind of bizarrely adorable with those big ears- they look fun.