I can barely sleep Sunday night. Maximum two hours. I try to sleep for Abigail’s sake. If I’m not sleeping, she’s not really sleeping. She sleeps in bed with me, right next to me. Usually with one or more of her legs on me. We rise at 6 am. Memorial Day.
We compete in what is likely to be our very last agility trial and she did great. I am very proud of her. But now I am very anxious and beginning to detect that she is more tired than usual after an agility trial. I don’t know if that is my imagination or perception.
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