Queen of Rambles

I forgot what it was like to be around animals constantly. Growing up I always had black hairs all over my clothes thanks to the plethora of black labs we would keep. We always had to have a black lab. Us kids would have other cute little puppies, but my dad said a man must have a black lab. I’m just glad he never bought into that special Klamath Falls hick stereotype that says a man must have a pit bull or rott. Labs really are good dogs, especially if you have a family. Our best black lab, Arrowhead, was my best friend for many years. He’d walk me to and from the bus stop, he’d protect me from whoever I needed protecting from, he’d be patient with me no matter what crazy thing I did to him (though he really, really hated being painted with nail polish). I loved that dog.

Now my dad just has to two little dogs who are just about worthless. I love them, but they have no training at all and are just silly. Today I gave them a bath, which is why I smell like dog so much. They didn’t really care for that, as you can imagine. Before I bathed them I shaved off their butt hair, which was a disgusting task. I’m sure glad someone doesn’t come along and shave off all my butt hair. That must be rather humiliating. They really needed it though. Both of them have really long hair, so they get dingleberries. Was that more than you wanted to know?

Then it was off to my mom’s house and a lovely evening of being loved up by her very large yellow lab and her very loving basset. I don’t think you can even tell that my pants are supposed to be black, they are so covered in yellow and white hair. At least I was prepared. I wore my old pants over because I know they shed like mad.

Aren’t you thrilled that you get yet another entry about the silly dogs? One of these days I’ll get some pictures and thrill you even more. First, though, I’ll have to find the camera cord and the camera software. I don’t remember packing either thing so I’m a bit afraid to start looking.

I’ve been doing a lot of serious writing today for MM so this entry is kind of lacking in story telling. The writing part of my brain has been too taxed I think. Tomorrow though. . . Tomorrow I will tell the story of my dad’s childhood. It is a very sad tale and I really don’t know any way to lighten it up, so there won’t be any laughs. Unless, of course, something really funny happens and I decide to write about that instead. We are going to a dinner play tomorrow night so maybe something really exciting will happen. Plus I’m going to make cookies. I’m sure that will give us some great story opportunities. Who can resist the comedy of sugar, eggs and flour? Throw in some cinnamon and you’ve got yourself a wild little party.

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