The Church of Woo

Hallelujah! The Trio of Trouble have found religion.

AKA – they have all learned to dock dive. And I didn’t even have to try and drown them, like Sofa’s Dad does! (har har har)

Mr. Woo, of course, is a natural when it comes to getting air.

But the other two are natural born pussies!! Yet for no apparent reason, earlier this week my buddy Tweird nonchalantly hurled himself off the dock in pursuit of his ball – no teetering on the edge making noises like “HAROOOO MMMMM AH AH AH OOOHHHH AH ARRROOOO” before tumbling into the water like a dead body in a sack.

He just launched, like the space shuttle!

So of course, I had to see if this was a one shot deal or if he could replicate his success so today we went back to Trout Lake. And praise doG, Tweed is now an enthusiastic dock diving doggie!

Praise Wootie!

My goodness Tweed! I had no idea you were so accomplished!

You always doubt me.

Yeah okay. He’s got me there.

Piper took a little more convincing.

I dunno about this. It looks awful scary.

But under the careful guidance of His Holy Teacher Woo (who may or may not have been admiring her shapely rear end)…

…Piper took to the skies!

Whoa! Dude! What a RUSH!!

I cannot explain the born again dock divers, but they were having F.U.N.!!

Initially Mr. Woo was delighted, but soon realized that dock diving no longer belongs to him and him alone. He spread the gospel, and now he is just one of a sea of dogs who can fling themselves into the water with abandon.

Of course Mr. “Look at me! Look at me!” Woo had to up his game.

So he started jumping off the dock LIKE A PERSON – like vertically:

Are you watching?

Look at me! I’m a human base jumper!

Food Lady, why he gotta be like that?

I no longer worship His Holiness Woo. I now worship at The Altar Of Piper. You should too.

Poor Wootie has lost the adoration of his flock. Where once his mad skillz were admired…
…now he wonders where he went wrong.

Where did I go wrong?

Throw it again plz?

I know, I know – “What about the kittehs, Food Lady?”

I will tell you about the kittehs – first, they all moved into my couch. I reupholstered to prevent them from living inside my living room furniture, and now they have all moved into my laundry basket. They come out several times a day to attack my feet and climb my legs with their mini ice picks for claws and knock stuff off my shelves before vanishing into the closet again while I apply bandaids and polysporin to my wounds!

Also, some nice friends took pity in the poor (literally) Food Lady and got her a short term gig doing some work in pre-production on a movie being shot in Vancouver, so I’ve not been home much … I’ve been out scouting locations where the deer and the antelope will, in a carefully choreographed manner, play. I promise to take new kitty photos soon, for your viewing enjoyment, and also so you will stop complaining ;-)