This morning was Neo’s final adolescence training class. As the weather was nice they decided to hold it outside which is normally better for us as Neo often finds it hard to concentrate inside as the set up means the dogs can’t see each other but can hear what everyone else is doing and his FOMO kicks in. It started off ok but after about 10 mins he started to get a bit frustrated and turned to picking up sticks which he often chews up and eats. My previous girl got very ill from a blockage caused by eating a stone so I’m a bit overly sensitive when it comes to this. I panicked and made the stupid mistake of trying to take it from his mouth and he caught me, hard. It was entirely my fault and I don’t even think he realised he got me, he was just chomping on the stick. The trainer was great and very sympathetic despite my stupidity, we had to get the first aid kit out and I finally stopped bleeding. Unfortunately I’d bled all over his treats and I was a bit of a wreck and couldn’t seem to pull myself together so we just left and now I’m feeling really low about the whole situation and Neo is a bit out of sorts. I generally don’t get too emotional about things but dogs seem to bring it out of me, plus I think lack of sleep and the near constant policing of an enthusiastic 8 month old pup are taking their toll 




