So the thing that my blog lives on is called blogger. Well, actually, it lives on my server. Which isn’t actually my server, but Bev and Steve’s server, but is actually I think a server which lives somewhere top secret and fireproof. Not their shed in their backyard where their office actually is. The internet is all about the trans world cyber location baby. But the thing that makes it a blog is the blogger and that is what was broken.

When it was broken, I know my readers were worried! Why is there no Team Small Dog blog? I was doing due diligence internet blog research to see why it wasn’t working and if I could fix it. And I entered the realm of the blog help groups. And everyone else’s was broken too, so I didn’t feel so bad. But some of the bloggers in there, boy were they worried about their poor readers and how not feeding their ADDICTION to the blogs was going to end the world! It was bad. People freaking out.

You guys don’t freak out right?

I just can’t get too upset from a broken internet. I think the days of the dotcom and the TOTAL FREAKING out that went on when something was broken cured me of that. Yes, i do feel a winge of concern but I just cannot bring myself to a freak out panic insanity. The internet gets broken, and somehow it has to get fixed. And it is always better if someone else fixes it that isn’t me.

We had a dirt night last night. It was ok. Ruby was slow. Otterpop was fast. Hobbes was fast. He hit a couple bars, and my goal is NO BARS with him. Not sure why Ruby was slow. Could it be sitting in a boring dog pen for like 7 hrs straight then sitting in the car for 2 hrs then having to come out and run? Poor dogs. Some days it just sucks to be my dog. Slow dogs and bar hitting dogs are a bigger problem to me than broken internet. But I have about the same drive to fix it. Maybe someone else will fix it? Please magically speed this dog up, fix this one’s broken teeter and make this one not hit a bar.

The thing with the darn dogs is that it’s sort of like my sheetrock. You have to fix it yourself. And if you don’t, there is half plastered sheetrock just sitting there and a construction site and until you get off your ass and do it, it’s just not going to get much better.