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?
11 September 2012
Stuck at work, missed agility.
Ruby is secretly happy. Agility class night means a long car trip after work, an hour and a half in the car while everyone else has fun at agility, then a long car trip back over the mountain. She thinks a late night at work, not so bad.
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