I like to take Sadie to the dog park, because there is no real good place to take her for a proper walk around here. And even though Sadie is happily late middle aged and content to sleep and gnaw on her new giant cow knuckle bone, she needs good exercise and forcing her to interact with other dogs for whom she has great disdain for is good for her. Somehow.
The week before last, I took her to the park on Tuesday to get in one last good romp before my mother arrived that Wednesday. No park to be had while mom was here, so Sadie’s next chance to get to the park was last Tuesday, after mom left. It was beautiful and sunny all day…until 6pm, our park time, when our park friends* are there, and the temperature has cooled down a little. When the first rumble of thunder rolled across the sky. No real rain…just lots of thunder and lightning. No park for us.
Wednesday: choir practice
Thursday: Knitting guild meeting
Friday: I shit you not, ANOTHER THUNDERSTORM!
Weekends…no. No dog park on weekends. Sorry, Sadie.
So today, yay! Time for the dog park. Weather – clear and hot. And about 20 minutes ago, at 5:40, I started thinking that I should probably put on a bra and brush my hair, in anticipation of leaving for the park. And at that VERY MOMENT…
Ka-BOOOOOOMMMMMMMRRRRMRMRMRMRMRMMMMMRRRRRRR
Thunder! It is thundering and lightning like CRAZINESS out there! But no rain. WE NEED THE RAIN, OK? WHAT IS WITH ALL THIS SKY DRAMA AND NO FUCKING RAIN????
But I sure as hell am not taking Sadie to the park in the middle of a rain-less thunder and lightning drill, what with all the trees at the park and the tall metal fencing.
She doesn’t seem too disappointed, though. Curled up at my feet by the couch and snoring softly. Lazy dog.
*friends, meaning, the dogs Sadie can deal with by ignoring completely and NOT pick fights with, thereby embarrassing me in front of the other doggy mommies and daddies.
How are Sadie’s hips? She’s a bigger dog…
Poor Sadie missing the park and NOT EVEN KNOWING IT!
I got Nicki a dress today! She’s been wearing it ever since, and she’s so cyewt!!!!
LightNING. No “e.”
Anyhow…Um…Yay! Afternoon thunderstorms! Or would they be evening thunderstorms? Either way…Um…Yay.
yes. lightning. duh.
I type faster than I think. Fixed.
Scoot – I don’t know what you’re getting at, but please stop thinking about my dog’s hips.
Thank you.
Jamie – I demand dog-in-dress picture goodness. Kev would kill me if I got Sadie a dress!
Sorry, I got fixated on the thing about putting on a bra and totally lost the point of why I was going to comment.
Something about dogs and thunder I think.
speaking of, I need to put a bra on right now and run an errand. I enjoy being braless around the house, but I don’t want to scare small children when I’m out and about!
I was trying to get at whether or not your dog is suffering from dysplastic hips. Or some other hip malady, as hip dysplasia in dogs generally exhibits symptoms around 18 months.
ahhhh…OK.
No. Her hips are fine. She can and will run when the opportunity presents itself. Today, we happily spent well over an hour at the dog park, where she chased dogs who were chasing tennis balls, and I got eaten alive by mosquitoes.
We’ve had so many wicked storms around here this year that I’m almost getting used to feeling beaten with a baseball bat. Almost.