Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
21 January 2010
When once again, in different words, I tell you about the giant rain storms and you can pretend you're listening but really I lost you days ago.
I KNOW that weather reports are super boring but I just can't stop myself. Dog agility is suspended in time for now, while we analyze the weather and try to calculate just how long we have until the water starts again. I read the radar map on the internet, and I fail.
The storms won't stop. We even cancelled Dirt Nite, which is held in a covered horse arena. Under a rain proof roof. Mud Nite wouldn't have even summed it up. Washed Away in Freezing Hail Nite might have.
If dogs could type, Team Small Dog probably would say that I am vile and evil and keep them locked up in the house while I go away all day to frolic naked at the Disneyland Tiki Bar to enjoy fruity cocktails and Country Bear Jamborees with Keanu Reeves. While they are subjected to the horror and torture of sleeping on a dry, landlubbing couch, chasing off the mailman and listening to the reggae station when the power is not out. The horror of it all, to be left at home when you are a go-everywhere-including-work-every-day dog.
Little do they know they are spared a flooded dog pen, falling trees, and hearing me curse all day at horses that are really so over having to patiently walk laps.
A more A-list dog trainer than I would surely come home after a day of this and work on new tricks and stimulate their dogs' brains and so forth. Over here, on the D-list, we all sit on the couch together and if they're lucky I'll read them a good sentence from the book I'm reading about street punks in Las Vegas.
I know some of you have winters like this all the time. You've moved your weave poles into the dining room and taught your dogs synchronized tap dancing and they helped you paint the bathroom. I should hang my head in shame. Although, maybe my house is cuter than your house. But things come in waves, whether it's the jet stream shoving the wild air across the Pacific, or teaching the dogs to sort the laundry. This week? We'll just keep watching the skies.
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I can only imagine how rough your day must be right now....going to work with frustrated horses, and coming home to frustrated dogs....
Hang in there...and, my house has never had agility equipment brought inside....nor, do my dogs know how to sort laundry :)
Oh, I'm just a lazy old complainy whiney pants.
I am happy to have a roof without blue tarps and on the bright side, can go to work quite late when it's just raining cats and dogs and sit in the house and watch the wind out the window for a while. And also our road isn't flooded! And the dogs love mud! And tonite , I did take them to work with me to sit in the car all day, and there was a storm break that I just caught thanks to long line in Safeway and and they got to run down to a beach patch on the wide beach where there was some sand and found a weird pile of slimey guts and no giant waves drowned them!
So life is a-ok! We save worrying for the Haitians! Don't worry about Team Small Dog! Thank you!
Around here, we are practicing up on our snoozing skills this week.
Did you hear how much money Amerikuns have texted to the Haitians already? I think I heard $25M on the radio today. Apparently cell phones are not entirely evil after all.
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