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 November 2016
Road to Cynosport.
We're on the road to Scottsdale. Started at dark o'clock.
We're taking the scenic route. Just me, Banksy, and our chaperone. Gustavo and Ruby are staying home to keep Gary company. A whole different kind of trip!
We stopped for a dog walk with a friend in Santa Barbara.
And another dog walk. There are a lot of dog walks on this trip. Surf's been up the whole way down the coast.
We're on lay over visiting my family. All the aussie toys had to be removed, but the dogs love coming to visit. There is a yard!
And this. Nobody ever wants to leave here. But tomorrow we hit the road again and cross the desert, landing in our final destination, Scottsdale!
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