Last night was the first of ten classes to become a West Virginia Master Gardener. (Pictured: Roane County Extension Agent Brandy Brabham.) The classes, which last three hours, take place an hour away, so I was up past my bedtime. This is going to be rough for the next ten weeks! My cousin is taking the class with me. There was a pre-test yesterday and he tried to get me to bet who would score better, but I couldn’t be tricked into that. I knew I wouldn’t do very well. And I didn’t! Boy, is this state going to be in trouble when I start giving out master gardening advice!
In other news, I went to see Coco yesterday and forgot to bring my camera. Sorry about that. Coco didn’t seem to mind, though. She didn’t even pee all over the floor. She did, however, roll over on her back and demand a long belly rub. I finally had to tell her to GET UP ALREADY. Sheesh. My working dog has spent too much time at the animal hospital spa being spoiled. She’s going to be good for nothing by the time she gets back to the field! And that’ll be just fine. I just wish I could take her home. Her leg is splinted and covered with a bandage from paw to hip to keep her out of the splint. Her wound is doing great. They told me it was healed up to only two inches now. She’ll be splinted for two weeks then they’ll assess and let me know whether they think she needs to be splinted longer or can go home. Crossing fingers!