Regionals is next week! The weather promises to be hot, so I’m looking forward to my annual terrible sunburn that no sunscreen in the world can prevent, for some inexplicable reason. It’s already hot, Tweed would like you to know.
Less boiling please.
The tiny sun goddess is fine with the heat. Sometimes she just lays flat out in the grass and, like, revels in it. Or crawls into my lap to try and absorb all of mine too. Then she sneaks off into the shade to discharge some of the inferno she has internalized.
Dexter is cool with the heat.
He just shakes it off.
His limp is quite a bit better … I feel like I am the only one who would notice it now. But I wouldn’t run him unless he was 100%. He’s too damn crazy, and could *really* hurt himself flinging him around the equipment.
The fact that Spring has made a beeline for the shade every time we go out (hence why there are no photos of her in this entry) gives me no great hopes for her performance in the heat at Regionals! Fortunately, I have low expectations, so I can’t be all that disappointed with the results I guess. Silver lining and all that. To be honest, I am more looking forward to my 6 days of vacation/staycation that come right after Regionals than I am to the event itself. I am officially tired, and really need to recharge. The fact that competing this weekend makes me a bit scowly as it means no sleeping in for my first three days of staycation tells me just how body-and-soul exhausted I really am. The end of winter/spring is always hellish at work; for some reason adoptions fall way off, but intakes of dogs keeps increasing. Then suddenly dog adoptions pick up again and the shelter starts emptying out, and kitten season explodes. Everyone at work is bone-weary.
Except Rhumba, she’s just laughing. She is one of the lucky ones; she doesn’t realize she has no home.
This week she was featured in an article on VanCity Buzz which has been shared over 5000 times(!) but still no home.
Hello, I can haz home pleaze?
I am old enough to remember the days when shelters drew numbers out of a hat to pick an adopter for a small dog because they were so few and far between in the shelter system. Now they’re in shelters in abundance. I can’t help but wonder if it has something to do with the dozens and dozens of import “rescues” bringing little dogs into Canada by the truckload and handing them out like party favours, sometimes to homes that probably shouldn’t have them. They are starting to full-cycle already, in less than a decade – maybe less than five years! – with small dogs originally from places like California ending up in our local shelters looking for homes once again. And even when they aren’t, the dogs in our local shelters don’t stand a chance; they are “boring” with no SAVED FROM HIGH KILL SHELTER story attached to them, and we actually screen our potential homes. So they languish. Some weeks I avoid the kennels for days at a time because I can’t stand to see all the sad faces in the kennels.
Yep, I need my vacation pretty bad.
On another topic, this photo should be in the dictionary under “corruption”
THAT would be the Two Mighty Hunters leading the little astray, teaching them the ways of being naughty!
Naughty like killing moles that you don’t actually like the taste of, and have no intention of eating.
Moles that you later bring into the house and leave on the carpet for The Food Lady to step on in her bare feet. Probably so that your brother can laugh and laugh as TFL does the screeching OMGEWWGROSS!!! dance across the living room on one unbespoiled foot.
This photo is apropos of nothing, I just think it’s really really funny.
Anyway, wish us luck at Regionals! Come watch even – you’ll recognize us because Spring will be trotting through the courses while I do headstands and make monkey faces trying to bolster her spirits. Bah.