Another wild day at dog park

There is no end to surprises at dog park. It started out as an average day, arriving to meet a woman with an old grouchy dog and two tiny yappy ones. Sigh. But then Michael arrived with Gretchen, and all was well. Charly and Gretchen palled around growlingly until, who'd a' thunk it, here comes another gigantic dog, this time an English mastiff only a year or two old and looking much older. Charly was worried at first, but the mastiff was so mellow they eventually got friendly. Then came a very tall brown male (intact) doberman with an enormous plastic cone on his head. I thought Charly would have a breakdown. Not only was she, for the first time, the tiniest dog in dog park, but she lost it when cone-head galloped around confident that everyone would want to play with him as he bashed us (dogs and people) right and left with his cone. She got brave enough to bark at him and kept that up until we left. That was simply all she could do. Cone-head's owner was a lovable old geezer who explained that the dog had had eye surgery because a lower lid was turned inward, lashes poking the eyeball. The doc was able to flip the eyelid out and hold it in place with a few small stitches, but the first time it didn't hold and had to be repeated. So the dog had been coned for about three weeks. Both of them are going nuts, and he brought the dog to the park to run off steam. At this point, a gushing mom arrived with a big fat grey mama dog that looked like a pig, and a small boy. The pig dog was leashed because she was not fond of other dogs and also wanted to protect the pup, Charly, from them. Charly of course treated the small boy as a pup exactly her size, and I could not quite keep up with all this. The boy was brave, crying and then recovering and laughing. His mom kept assuring me it was okay. His worst move was to run around, which Charly interpreted as an invitation to play. I finally left, stressed and exhausted. Charly, of course, had a great time.

The rest of the day was devoted to finishing up four small but endlessly procrastinated projects that involved filling in confusing forms regarding financial stuff and sending off Charly's AKC registration and her microchip registration. Why do I postpone everything, like I've been postponing laundry for about three weeks? I've finally run out of underpants and will have to go buy some tomorrow or do the goddam laundry!

Last, a tough yoga class with lots of strenuous standing spraddle-legged with one-knee-bending poses, being constantly reminded to lift my pubic bone. Whew. I grabbed the largest Burgerville burger on the way home and added awesome Trader Joe's ridge-cut salt-and-pepper potato chips and a Ninkasi Total Domination beer.

And so it goes. Backdoor moth photos added for absolutely no reason. Enjoy!