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?
12 July 2010
Team Small Dog goes on an important mission which is now reclassified as swimstick vacation recreation.
We didn't really mean to go on a 5 hour Lake Tahoe vacation.
Like drive 5 hours, have 5 hours vacation, then drive back.
Much scenic beauty up there.
It was a reconnaissance mission of sorts. To sleuth up the elusive Joel Warner.
We found him.
Otterpop had no interest in reconnaissance. Because have you seen the size of the lake? And the plethora of sticks there? Especially, swimsticks?
The day devolved from there.
She's never had a whole, gigantic lake. She's used to the pond or the swimming hole.
She may never be the same again.
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Wow, that's a pretty good accidental trip. Beats my "let's go have lunch at the Ahwahnee" trip many years back.
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