Actual courtroom sketch of the moment Otterpop’s brain just exploded. My brain just did this when I heard Snoop Dogg was going to be at the Catalyst, here in Santa Cruz, playing a 16 and over show on a Monday night. KAPLOOEY! KAPOW! GET OUT OF TOWN!
How you can tell if Ruby is going to have a weirdo run. Maybe I’m a bad owner. But she’s done this for years now. I can’t figure it out. She’s been rested, drugged up, chiropracted, kept away from crowds, and honestly, I don’t know what bugs Ruby. Mental or physical, it’s a mystery. I don’t even take it personal anymore. She is her own dog. She is a perfect citizen 99% of the time. This is how she rolls.
I think I might have totally crossed over the the world of dog agility lady. Sorry, my non agility friends. In hindsight, I guess it was inevitable. I am a freak for my dogs. And over the weekend, I actually talked to someone about my dog’s poop for the first time. I know. That is so gross and so weird and so over the line. But I mean really. Sorry to expose this, Gustavo. But a dog that won’t go to the bathroom because it’s raining or because he is in a new place? I have gone to the dark side and I guess I’ll never be back. Marilyn Manson, not coming to my art opening. My house, not featured in the December Ready Made Magazine. No museum show for me. Will just try to get Gambler’s Q’s and yack your ear off about it.
I am always happy to meet my new agility friends that I didn’t even know I had. I need all of you now, you guys, since I have become a Genuine Dog Agility Lady. Thanks for coming and introducing yourselves to me. And not chastising me for my grammar. It is really easy to identify me, just look for Team Small Dog. I don’t mean to be scowling. I can be a really nice lady. I am probably thinking about global warming and the auto industry bailout and whether Otterpop’s brain is going to stay taped shut.