October 26, 2005

This morning in the park in the everloving rain she was running around like someone had just handed her a million dollars and a truck full off raw hamburger - I was stumbling around blind with a mug of coffee muttering to myself about deadlines and bad haircuts.

She's 12. That's the dog equivalent of really really old. I am a mere wisp of a 28 year old but I sound like I am about to bite the dust slumped over a copy of retirement living.

Okay I have to go catch another bus... Here's an idea, let's all go to the mountain and have a rain dance or the opposite of a rain dance. Let's have a snow dance or a falling leaf dance or a hail dance, anything but this (insert copious swear marks) rain....