Monday workout: 4 miles on the treadmill, socks, 11:30 average
Tuesday workout: hike
Today's hike was a doozy. The bad doozy, not the good doozy. Because doozy means both really good AND really bad. English makes no sense. Anyway, I took the ol' ball and chain (my mongrel, Bailey) for a hike and we Murphy's Law'd the shit out of it (literally). Let's count the ways:
1) Bailey disappeared for, like, thirty seconds and came back full of porcupine quills. I definitely didn't see that one coming! Fortunately, she was totally fine. It hardly even seemed to register. She sat calmly while I pulled them out and seemed bored by the whole thing. I got stuck with a few, though, so I was NOT bored by the whole thing.
It must have been a smaller porcupine because I remember seeing a neighborhood dog get quilled once (is "quilled" a word?) and the quills were next to impossible to remove. It looked incredibly painful. Bailey's weren't deep and came right out. And NO I DIDN'T TAKE ANY PICTURES. Who do you think I am?
2) When we started, it was beautiful out. Ten minutes after we started, a thick fog rolled in. Fog is cool and all, but I really wanted to get some views. View fail. Also trail fail, because I could barely see where we were going.
This is from a previous hike at the same place, but fog is fog.
3) Bailey disappeared into said fog for a long time and I was flipping out. She ran off to chase something or other and I was terrified she wouldn't be able to find her way back.
4) Bailey finally returned... covered in bear shit. My dog is REVOLTING. I can't even say any more about that except that I took her to get groomed this past weekend. I think this was payback. It took a good half hour to wash her (wearing surgical gloves) when we got home.
All you power jammers do yourself a favor and listen to this. This would be a killer song to run to.
- What's the dumbest thing your pet's ever done?