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?
07 July 2011
The rules of the game.
The game known as Swimstick seems like it should be very uncomplicated. I hate complicated. I like easy. In agility, I look for straight lines. When I make cocktails, I just pour tequila on ice and add some limes. I am pretty lazy.
I like things easy. Don't make my life hard.
You throw the stick in the river, the dog gets it and brings it back. Then you throw it again.
I see people do this all the time. It looks super zen. Boring in a nice way. Uncomplicated. How life should be.
I don't even know what our swimstick rules are. I just know the game is scary and ends up with everybody wet and muddy and running out of the forest on leashes. There are weird noises and cliff diving. God help us all.
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Otterpop's rules always make me laugh. Don't tell her that, though. I don't want her to take my ankles out.
Can you video tape one of these stick Swims? Would love to see the excitement.
I will have to add these rules to "Otterpop's Raindy Day Guide" on my cubicle wall.
I can videotape one if I deal with my broken video camera. The battery charger doesn't work and I am a horrible procrastinator at getting things like this fixed.
Hence the no videos for a very long time.
It is probably better to just imagine the mayhem of swimstick, anyways. It is pretty scary to actually be there.
Otterpop likes to make rules. She is one big guide book to everything.
*like*
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