Okay, the thought that kept racing through my head today, actually there was also a song mixed in there with the madness but that doesn't matter all that much. I always have a song going through my head. Everyone should have an entry song. You know, when you come into a room, the song starts playing. I like Smooth Criminal and sometimes I would like that one to be mine, other times, not so much. Maybe some James Brown or something like that. Anyway, I kept thinking that there should be one (just one, I'm not greedy) day a year that you should be able to pile drive people that block the intersection when you have the green light. You know the people and you know how much it bothers you, be honest. I've also come to the conclusion that when they don't acknowledge what they've done (the people that just stare straight ahead like they're on an empty desert highway with no reason to look around them because nothing is there anyway), you should be able to put it in reverse and hit them again just for a nice reminder that you do exhist and yes, there are other people on the road and some of them actually want to drive down the street you are blocking with your car because you are to stupid to realize you're not getting anywhere by doing that to begin with as the line of traffic still isn't moving, just like it wasn't the entire time you were in it! This could have turned into a downward thinking spiral but I know enough to keep myself busy and took pictures of the dogs piled into my truck when it happened. My truck was a little doggy clown car today. In the backseat: Melvyn (the fat boy golden), Ember (totally psychotic but trying very hard today as I had her leash in my hand just in case shit went down because of her) and Charlie (obviously he was the best behaved back there, need I say more?).


And in the front: Jimmy (so cool, so generous, so patient) and Coco (we're getting to the boots this girl rocks around town in) rode shotgun and Zoe rode shotgun floor.


Now don't get me wrong, it was tight but the backseat was in. When the backseat is taken out you can fit way more dogs in. I once fit Jim, Dugan, a newfoundland, a labrador and two westies. No joke. Just the newfie alone should get me some kind of credit with the size aspect. It's not like she jumped in all athletic like either... So as much as today took the cake and a lot of patience on Melvyn's part, it was smooth sailing.

Onto the next thing which I totally forgot about until I started downloading the pictures from my phone. Coco has boots (she's a princess and has an entire large drawer full of her clothes so the boots do not surprise me even slightly). Her boots are sparkly gold with little jingle bells on them. I love them and wish I had a pair so we could match and make everyone's day. I got a picture of these bad boy... girls and now they are here for your viewing pleasure.


I don't know what bothered her more, the fact that I was taking pictures, the fact that I was laughing while taking the pictures or the fact that she was wearing the boots to begin with. She was sullen but a good sport.


Oh, and just in case you are wondering, this is what all the ice looks like on the field down the street where I run the dogs at night.


Just a quick reminder that today is the day the training classes start. We are going without the dogs tonight. I am assuming (and making an ass out of you and me once again) this is so she can lay down the law and let us know where the line is so we don't cross it. That's how it usually feels to me anyway. For everyone else it will be an introduction of sorts. I might bring my camera and see if that is a newly made up line as of this evening.