Team Small Dog just had their first brush with the dreaded new Lighthouse Field Laws*.

We saw the Cop’s, I mean Ranger’s, truck. We saw dogs being leashed. My plan for the future that is now here was that we will always just run the opposite direction fast. Which is totally hosed because my dogs are well trained that white trucks in Lighthouse Field are friendly maintenance workers who have milk bones and want them to jump on the seat with them. Which is what is their plan, but which is not so much anymore.

When approached by the ranger and commanded to put my dogs on a leash, I had been counting to 10. Over and over. Trying to make sure to not go to the volatile place. And of course I kept my cool and nicely leashed up my dogs and engaged in a sophisticated, philosophical discussion with the ranger on the history of the new leash laws in Lighthouse Field and continued upon my pleasant walk on a sunny afternoon with dogs on leashes in the field.

Just kidding!

Remember how I could only end up as Lois no matter what I did in the What Wife Are You Big Love Quiz? Yeah. Before i could stop it the hair trigger bad temper that I have worked so hard to make go away with the yoga breathing and returning to being a kindly trainer of animals just came retching back up like evil winged monkeys and I unleashed bad, loud potty mouth words to the firearm carrying State Park Cop while leashing the dogs. No friendly campfire story telling smokey bear guy here. Him-tall, shaved head, big gun and mad. Me-medium height, pony tail, thank god no gun, and mad. Not a nice mix of friends here!

Have we all seen the smashing movie There Will Be Blood? Which we Loved! And we knew we would from the moment we saw the typeface used in the marketing, basic reversed out on plain black, old style goth, sligthly distressed. Full of wide open, desert landscape. And we’ve all seen that ending scene involving Daniel Day Lewis and a really long milkshake straw and old style bowling pins? That lots of people didn’t like but actually I did! Yep that sort of level of freakout. But no bowling pins. And I wasn’t drinking. Thanks Daniel Day Lewis! Thanks not-talking son from Little Miss Sunshine! A 3hr movie of moon faced boys, fathers, capitalism and church that never once made me want to take a nap.

So, but anyways, let’s just say when the official ticketing period begins March 15, Team Small Dog may be at the top of the naughty list.

*Long story. Much referred to. 7 years spent fighting the total bonehead lawsuits and so forth to get dogs off the beautiful 33 acre field and beach right by my house where we have walked dogs forever and forever off their leashes. More info here.