Life gets in the way, but some things must carry on.

Well, nothing has been posted for months. That's because my dear husband suffered a spontaneous pneumothorax, or collapsed lung, suddenly on the 27 SEP. He was hospitalized for over two weeks. The surgeons did operate on him to reattach the lung to the chest cavity. It's not something they do all the time, but given the SP happens usually to people under 40 and DH is over 40 the surgeon decided to fix it aggressively. Hopefully the chance of a recurrence will not be very high.

His recover time has been slow, and fraught with stumbling blocks. First he contracted a cold, and then ten days after he was released from the hospital he developed an air pocket and a partial collapse of the lung. It took two weeks to reabsorb the air and to inflate the lung fully again. To add to that, the surgical sites were not healing properly.
He has now received his release for the wounds, and we have another appointment with the surgeon on the 14DEC to see if he will be released from his care.

In the meantime, DH is still suffering pain from the procedure. In addition, he is unable to walk any distances, or lift anything heavy. Although some patients are back to physical training, sports, etc., within weeks, because of DH's age - which isn't that great, in his early 50s, he is struggling. By this time he had hoped he would be back to taking ambles with Misha, but it's not happening.

So, all of Misha's exercise, play, care, is down to me. In some respects this has worked to strengthen the bond between us, but in another other it has made her highly dependent on me. She now looks to me for every thing.

We last showed Misha on the 20 SEP at a Championship show with a First in her class. Misha showed well, but she was not in full coat at the time. I was afraid I had hampered her chances because I was in absolute crippling pain. I've been experiencing neck and shoulder problems since AUG, and it peaked at that time. The show was on a THU and that MON I could not move without tears streaming down my face. The pain could even be heard in my voice.
It was a cocktail of ibuprofen, paracetamol, and ice that got me through the show.

While I was trying to recover, my husband suffered his lung collapse. When it rains it pours, huh?
While he was/is incapacitated every thing has fallen on me. His care, shopping, feeding, cleaning up, Misha's two walks that can lasts hours, training...everything.
Needless to say, it's one day at a time, and somethings are left undone.

We missed some shows in OCT, and only this last weekend, the 17NOV did we get back to the land of people.

We had qualified for and attended the Samoyed of the Year event. It's a knockout match, dogs and bitches compete against each other until one is selected the winner.
We managed three rounds, getting knocked out in the Semi-final. That round the judge eliminated the remaining two bitches. The final comprised of four dogs. Guess what the judge liked! ;)

I'm not disappointed in Misha's performance. She was incredible and I was so proud of her. I think she was the youngest competitor in the adult division. All the dogs and bitches there are the cream of the Samoyeds. They have all won Best of Breed, or have come second to BOB.
Here is a sampling of the evening:

Misha is all the round photos. In the first one she is at the front of the group, then at the end in the next two rounds.

So, we carry on and hope our health improves and we can get back to doing every thing we enjoy.
In the meantime, Misha is happy, healthy, and loving as always.
We hope to make the British Samoyed Club show on the 02DEC, so fingers crossed.