Staples of a truly excellent day.

1. No work.
2. Weather: Mid-sixties, sunny.
3. Wake up early (7:45ish) and run the dogs at an empty park for an hour.
4. Fruit smoothie.
5. Watch some World Cup.
6. Run to the park, play soccer, knock out some pullups, play soccer, play, play, play, walk home.
7. Fire up the grill in the backyard, lounge with dogs in the grass, fire-cook some fish, chicken, and corn on the cob.
8. Watch a little more World Cup, goof around on the Internet.
9. Play tennis in the park.
10. Pick up root beer float supplies, drink floats while watching parts of a movie and parts of old soccer match.
11. Load up all three dogs in car, wander through Chow Hound while dogs gleefully sniff everything.
12. A little more Internet, a little more ice cream, and off to bed plenty tired.

The key to all of this really is the whole not working part. Of course then we probably couldn’t afford the groceries, root beer supplies, and dog treats.

Starting to make a little headway on the new photos page. Layout is about 95 percent there, now I just need to start loading up pictures into their respective galleries. Should look awfully sharp when everything is all said and done if I do say so myself.

I guess turning pretty permalinks goofed up my comment system. Not that that particularly matters. No clue what the problem is, though I suspect it has something to do with htaccess. I’m thinking it might be a decent time to finally upgrade to WP 2.0 while I have the construction signs up (and which may solve the permalinks problem). Maybe later this week.

No activity whatsoever on the house. We’ll probably have to make a few adjustments ($) in the near future here. Kind of depressing, this whole process.

When you’re a dog with a puny dog brain and gigantic vacant eyes everything is urgent.

1. My that looks like a delicious burger: Feed me right now before I die!
2. You’re holding leashes: I’m going to leap in the air every .3 seconds until we go, let’s go already!
3. My bladder feels slightly full: If you don’t take me out right now I’m pretty sure I’m going to pee all over your Pottery Barn rugs, in the mean time I’m going to whimper like I’m on fire!

The last one is Taylor of course. Whenever she needs to go, she’ll walk up to you put a paw up and whimper pathetically until you move. Trammell is slightly more diginified. He’ll casually saunter over turn around sit down next to you facing away then look up when you scratch his back. Took a while for me to figure that subtle request out. Nora, on the other hand doesn’t know what she’s doing yet. She just loses focus on whatever she’s doing and starts wandering and sniffing, giving you a couple minutes before she ruins another six inch spot of carpet. She hasn’t trained us yet.

Finally got around to making pretty permalinks on this site. After a year and a half. Just a matter of taking the time to figure out how to access my .htaccess file via my webserver.

The outing started off with gleeful wild turkey chasing (that speedy upright turkey running is a sight to behold) and ended in near disaster with one pooch stumbling around in a droopy-eyed daze. I took the dogs out to Ken-o-sha early this afternoon, but got sidetracked off of our usual dog run when a pack of shrieking eight year olds wandered through with their teacher in tow. We took a left instead of the normal straight and headed toward the mucky backwoods.

All-terraining it through fields of poison ivy in my trusty Homer Simpson “endless bummer” flip flops I goofed around with the dogs for about thirty minutes without incident. The trouble started when on the way back Trammell lagged behind a little ways and didn’t zip up to us like his usual self when I called for him. When he finally did catch up, every five seconds he’d stop and paw frantically at his right eye brow (which looked like it had a small bug bite, but not much else). After a few more minutes I was all but dragging him along by his leash and after he repeatedly lay down in the grass at the woods edge, I carried him the last hundred feet to the car.

Swung by Walgreens on the ride home, ran in and picked up some “Wal-dryl.” Drove home, lay Trammell in the backyard, shoved a couple of pills into the back of his throat and dumped a couple cupfulls of water in his mouth. After fifteen minutes he was still pretty listless, with super white gums and lips so I brought him to work with me just to make sure. He seemed to notice the breeze and tried to stick his head out of the window, but just kind of ended up flopping against me, panting.

Anyway, the short ending is that he made through the night no more problems and I think the lesson learned will end up being no more trips to bug-infested woods for my allergy prone dog until it cools off a bit.