Glub!! It is SO WET out there under the a.m. cloud cover, you feel like you’re walking through a bathroom where the shower has been spraying.
Truly an unpleasant Arizona day.
Ohhh well. Such is life, eh?
The poor little dawg has developed a reaction to her collar. When she drags (as she often does), it tightens on her esophagus and gives her a CHOKING FIT No kidding:
ack ack ack gag gag ack ack eck eck eck gasp aaaaack!
People must think I’m hauling her up the sidewalk by her leash. But that’s not the case. Our normal doggy-walk stroll has her trotting along beside me, dawg and human on the same slab of any given sidewalk. No, she is NOT dragging me up the road. No, I am NOT dragging her, either.
Well. We do have a harness, which we’ll have to use after this.
It’s extraordinarily inconvenient to use, and Ruby drags like crazy when she has that thing on. Plus she goes after every other dog she spots. That’s why the collar and leash — used humanely — seem to work better.
*** hmmmm…. What does Wonderground predict for this extraordinarily balmy day?
- 86 degrees Fahrenheit at 7:30 in the morning
- 78% chance of rain
- High of 106 degrees predicted
- Low of 87 tonight
Ugh! WhatEVER possessed my parents to drag us to this place, make me skip my senior year in high school, and warehouse me at the University of Arizona in Tucson so they could live in dreary Sun City? This has got to be one of the most gawdawful places on the planet to dwell!
Well. They liked the political conservatism. And compared to California, it was cheap. Plus my father disliked kids. So the appeal of horrible Sun City was obvious.
What. A. Place!