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You could call it a hiatus. Or you could call it being really fucking busy with two kids and two dogs during the hottest days of Summer 2010.
Sorry readers, for being MIA for a week. I have a few bits of breaking news. Or perhaps I should say, as we do in the biz, “lessons learned.” (The “biz” to which I refer is, unfortunately for my spirit and my soul, IT consulting. Information Technology consulting. Makes me want to light my hair on fire, but it does pay the bills.)
Lesson Learned #1: Do NOT Leave Treats in Pocket of Running Shorts (see Figure 1)
I walked into my closet and surveyed the clothes in a heap on the floor, pulled on a pair of shorts thinking I would go for a run, and discovered them to be… wet? Odd, right? I mean, the sweat from 2 days ago would have dried by now… so I look down and… am immediately reminded of my grey fleece. Samson (The original Brittany, if you haven’t been following) ate both pockets of my grey fleece when he was about 2 years old, probably going after the cheddar cheese we used to train him. So having the reaction only a dog-lover could understand, I smiled and laughed and had my daughter take this picture. Silly dogs.
Never mind that this set me back at least one week of running — which I have to say, worked out in everyone’s favor. Kids went to the pool after work more frequently, and I wasn’t dragging one of the poor dogs down the Arlington bike path in 90+degree heat. (A week? A whole week? You don’t have any other shorts? Those of you asking these questions must not have children and may God bless you for taking time away from your quiet weeknight to try and understand, but I just don’t have the energy to explain it right now.)
Lesson learned, Sadie and Dub. Lesson learned.
I now have my eye on a new pair of lululemons.
Selecting a Proper Leash for Your Dog: Or How to Avoid Clotheslining Bikers, Spare Rabbits’ Lives, and Avoid the Wrath of Mothers with Small Children
Retractable leashes. WTF? These things should be outlawed, or at the very least, sold under federal restriction only to owners of dogs that can be tucked into a Versace clutch.
Retractable leashes are the way our brilliant, ever problem-solving species gets around leash laws. Fido pulls on his leash and it’s a pain in the ass! It ruins our walks and our rotator cuffs! So we give him… more leash?? In most cases, certainly in any populous area, retractable leashes are a menace to society. We all know how they work; momentum equals mass times velocity. Fido roams quasi-freely, while dragging his hopeless human along behind. Presumably the human can stop the line from extending by pushing the button, but if you have a real dog, a dog who likes to sniff and run and jump and kill small land mammals, by the time you hit that button (which doesn’t always work that well) the dog has so much momentum going that the whole kit and caboodle becomes an oncoming runaway train.
Do you realize that bikers can’t even see that fishing-line thin cord as they come zooming down a path? I think it’s fair to say that any biker who nearly gets killed because (s)he gets tripped up in your stupid retractable leash has a right to go ape-shit, whenever and wherever it happens. And that goes double for mothers of children under the age of 4 who feel their offspring have in any way been wronged by your (no doubt harmless and loveable, but still) dog.
So dog-owning readers, repeat after me:
I will use nothing longer than a 6 foot, old-fashioned leash. I will take my dog to safe areas where he can run off-leash. And from this day further, I will not try to fool myself or my dog, into feeling he’s “off-leash” when “on-leash” because everyone gets confused, it simply doesn’t work, and I look like a moron.
What to do? PAY ATTENTION TO AND ENJOY THE WALK WITH YOUR DOG.
I’m only 5’3” and usually holding a kid with one hand, so I prefer a 4 foot leash. I also use a martingale collar, which allows me to correct Sadie and Dub for pulling (like a traditional choke collar) without hurting them. See more about the martingale here:
Pebbles made an observation about three minutes after we closed the minivan doors and headed for home with two strange dogs, crated behind her seat. “Our family has four girls and two boys.”
Everyone, meet Sadie (female, 2.5 yrs) and Dub (male, 4.5 years)!
The hand off was smooth, if perhaps a little nerve-wracking. We met the current owners, W&K, at a public park in Roanoke (which was lovely, by the way) and everyone was a little tense. The dogs were hot and wild with all the attention. Current owners were experiencing a mix of stress, sadness, and relief to meet us. (They didn’t want to give their gorgeous dogs away, but made the decision to do so because of a pending move to a condo in Boston.) DH and I were bickering, the way we do when we get stressed. Pebbles and Bam-Bam watched with wide eyes from a distance, inside the shade of the van.
I think my email to W&K the next morning sums it up:
We made it! Sadie and Dub were excellent travelers and, surprisingly, so were our children!
We’ve been home for a few hours now, and have taken the dogs for a good walk and played in the yard. We’ll crate them for a few nights until they are more at ease. They have been very sweet. And Dub is such a good boy!! We worked with him solo and were impressed. Sadie is a doll. And she was pretty good on leash; we even let our 5 year old walk her for about two blocks! Somewhat comical, but it worked out.
Do feel free to contact us anytime, and I’m sure we’ll be in touch with questions. It was great to meet you and your family. Thank you again for driving halfway and, of course, for trusting us with the dogs. We promise to take great care of them.