26 February 2010
Why did I not get a Yorkie?
Goldie and I found ourselves in a very, very strange spot today. It was really like nowhere else I have ever been.
Imagine a maze. But instead of a maze made of corn or shrubberies or what have you, it is a maze made of stones.
Boulders, actually. Giant boulders from six to eight feet tall about as wide. Placed in a giant dirt field (about the size of a football field) with gaps between them. The gaps range from four inches to two feet.
In other words, some gaps big enough for a Suebob to squeeze through and just barely dirty her jeans and others that there is Just No Way.
Now imagine that there is a squirrel that lives in among the stones. And that you have a dog that loves to chase squirrels. A deaf dog.
Yes, it happened again. I lost my dog. For how long?
The answer is a long, long, long, long time. Because even if I could glimpse her briefly, by the time I found my way between the little gaps in the stones, she had moved on.
Finally her leash got stuck on the edge of a rock and kept her in one place. I saw her and had to go around and around a bunch of rocks to try and get back to her...and I got totally lost.
Meanwhile, a new load of boulders had come in on a truck and a guy on a Caterpillar D-9 was going over to get them and I just knew that they were going to crush me and my little dog in the process...
But I got the dog. We survived to walk another day.
Some people just walk around the park with their dog trotting beside them. But nooooo. Not me. I'm special.