07 January 2013
Hola lord dudes and lady sunshines, for today we have righteously performed the teeter totter from the upstairs to the downstairs.
Among the stuff we haven't done at all, in quite a long time, would be cleaning the house, dog agility, and watching the show called Downton Abbey. How did us here at team small dog miss the boat on that? Apparently it's been all the rage for a long time and we didn't even know about it.
This could be surmised as being Out of It. I heard these peeps and glimmers of it and then all of a sudden it was the Everything Everywhere. We have watched it, as of last night. Dig the situation at hand. A bunch of super rich aristo-cats living in a castle on a righteous dog agility lawn. In our fair England, mothership of the invention of dog agility!
The rich people live upstairs in fancy costumes, and they own a bunch of poor people that work in the castle and live in the basement. You got your heiresses, you got your serfs, and a whole show about social communication amongst themselves. No spies. No zombies. Just a lot of stiff upper lip.
There was exactly the same kind of drama and gossip in peoples' lives in 1920, as there is now, in the Future! And similar earrings and necklaces. If you ever followed a soap opera along the lines of General Hospital, you can pick up right away where they left off. The valet, where you do pronounce the "t" and who is a guy that helps other guys get dressed, is in jail, and our dear Daisy the kitchen maid's husband of 30 minutes is dead in the war. Although you probably already know this. Due to you were watching Downton Abbey for 2 years. Because I am apparently the only person who didn't.
Epic lords and ladies and witty repartee. Weddings! A yellow lab who gets to come in the house and golden retrievers who don't are featured for shooting sporty birds from the castle bushes. If you are a dog agility lady, you will like this show. If you are a gentleman who does not own a morning coat, you are going to prefer the basketball channel. Where there is a little bit more action.
In the interest of action, we had no agility last month, hardly at all. Rain and a holiday season of iced frosting cookies, tamales and wine has left me bechubbled and out of shape, and running the dogs this morning left me horribly out of breath and behind, behind, behind. Out of shape doesn't begin to describe the horror of our practice this morning.
For me. The dogs were brilliant and aced our fast running international skills drills with grace and dignity and super fast running. With me shambling along behind, wheezing. And for a bonus, over our little break, with only some fiddling about on our work teeter totter out in the pasture, Gustavo's teeter totter glory of the past seems to be re-emerging from the ashes. I suspect it is still broken at dog shows. For now. It will be back. Some day.
by team small dog at 2:54 PM