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?
03 November 2014
Silvia homework for this week.
We are doing what we can. We have a long way to go. We are no Silvia, that's for sure.
Banksy spent the afternoon today with her Auntie Wendy. The other dogs were all, Can she stay there FOREVER? I do have to say, so much quieter here and so easy to get stuff done. Wow. In just one afternoon I did everything I haven't been able to do for the past 6 months. I vacuumed so much I broke the vacuum. I painted some stuff. I cleaned the bathroom. I put away the clothes.
Auntie Wendy describes Banksy as Busy. Very Busy. She is an auntie with border collies, which is the only kind Banksy can have. Not all aunties would get what to do with her. And no staring! Thank you Auntie Wendy!
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Coming to the realisation you are not Silvia seems to be a rite of passage.
I have this photo of me and her on my refrigerator. It's from a few years ago, when she came to California. I see it every time I grab a beer. Everyone says, Oh you guys look like sisters. Then I watch my videos from practice. This is my rite of passage.
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