Camping, books & my dog
May 09, 2007 / 09:04 PM Filed in: Norcal
Camping alone can be very boring. You really need a f*ck-buddy – er, friend or something – to make it enjoyable. Yesterday after my interview w/ Walgreens, I ended up at this campsite in Bridgeville during the afternoon hours. Early afternoon hours, that is. Made camp, pitched a tent (the non sexual one), and then… had some hours before bedtime.
So I went and laid out by the river, took a book, and decided I’d rather nap in the sun than actually read the damn book.
What book was it that I didn’t read? It was a basic dog training book, actually. No, I don’t have a new puppy, and no I don’t plan on trying to re-train my 11 year old lab. He’s fairly well trained and behaved, smart and reliable. But he is getting old, and when we do get our land and property, I probably will get a new lab puppy. And this time, I want him to be so smart and well-trained that I can have him go and milk the cow, till the fields, and get my slippers all before I get out of bed in the morning.
That was entertaining
Yeah, sorry, that was boring. But now you know what I’m up to.
And the Nap?
Well actually, I didn’t bring a clock with me, so I burned a lil’. Not too bad, but enough that a warm shower this morning really woke me up. And by “this morning,” I of course mean about 1:00pm.
Anything else you want to tell us?
Later – after the sunburn and rock skipping that followed – I actually DID finish that book. Then I moved on to my other book, about how to train a hunting dog. Pattern? Yeah. And no, I don’t plan on actually making him a gun dog or anything, but the tricks of the trade they use for that can come in handy, so I wanted to know how they accomplish things like getting the dog to understand directions with hand signals and so forth. Could come in useful I figure, so that I can direct him from the bedroom window exactly which cow I want milked before he comes to give me my slippers.
This is blog post is freaking ridiculous
Well, there was a rather important thing I didn’t mention yet. See, the campgrounds don’t have cellphone reception, so as I was heading back into town this morning, I got a message. Long story short, my dog is at the vet right now, having an abscess surgically drained from his neck. Yeah.
OK now for the short story long.
See, I take him running with me, and on our last outing, this freaking nutzoid dog down the street came out and attacked us on our way home. Started as a stand-off, then as Miles was turning to come to me, the nutzoid dog leapt onto Miles’ neck, and wouldn’t let go. We bathed him and I tried to keep it clean with some Hydrogen peroxide and Neosporin, but The Girl called to let me know that it had inflamed and he needed vet assistance.
Great. Now we’re out another $400. But I’m going to see if the nutzoid dog owners will at least cover half the bill. Oh and if anyone was concerned, that dog is now gone, as this was at least his 3rd offense.
Man, Now we feel bad
Yeah well, I tell them as they happen for the most part. Plus I didn’t want to lead off with bad-ish news, Don’t worry; Miles will be OK. He just needs a little more time to heal anymore, what with 11 years under his collar and counting. But maybe he’ll retire from running, I just don’t know now. The longer he goes between workouts, the worse he is at them. This might be the retiring point, I don’t know. But I’ll make sure he leads a happy porch life. Lots of tennis balls to chew.
Peace.