Well, Yesterday was Fucking Weird

I know I haven't rolled around to posting about my trip to the Caribbean, or even pictures. But I will eventually roll around to it. But, yesterday was interesting too, and I haven't been regularly posting in awhile, so here goes.

I had a friend in town over the weekend, Dave, a guy who is singularly awesome. Yesterday was his last day in town, and the only day of his visit I didn't have to work, so we were going to go hiking at Lake Harris and go down to the creekbed, mostly because it's awesome. Me, Justin, Kim, and Dave get down there, strap up the stuff we need, and start the scramble over the rocks to get over the spillway and into the easy part, make it ALL THE WAY TO THE CREEKBED, get there and.....no water. I had heard that we were low on rain, but I hadn't realized exactly how long it had been since we'd gotten any rain. I'd have taken a picture of this depressing-ass sight, but my camera batteries were dead.

Either way, not to be undaunted, we walked down the rocks to go to the swimming-hole like place at the bottom, get there, and find a shitload of broken glass everywhere. Some asshole, or many assholes, had broken a number of varieties of glass items all over the rocks and left these razor sharp shards everywhere for us all to enjoy. And guess what happens when you've got dogs running through broken glass.

For once in his life, it wasn't Guinness causing us all to have to fly out of the woods because of something we never would have anticipated. Nope, Anabelle cut the pad on her front foot open like a thanksgiving turkey, and was bleeding EVERYWHERE. Kim (naturally and rightfully), flipped out, and then we did the mile and a half back in about 18 minutes, which sounds slow until you realize there are parts you have to scramble up a rock that is chest height on me, thorns everywhere, absolutely no visibility, etc. We followed a trail of bloody footprints for a mile and a half.

We got back to the car, threw all our shit in it, and took off down a logging road to the vet as fast as the Subaru can drive on a dirt/gravel road (which it turns out is really goddamn fast). We get to the vet, drop poor A.B. off, and head home, thinking "Okay....plan B anyone?"

Plan B becomes "Well, let's go to the city pool and go swimming there." We checked their website, found the pool, and drove over there within normal operating hours, and it's closed....for cleaning. When we got back to the car, Kim said something along the lines of "I could have shot that girl."

This is why I am the firearms owner out of the two of us.

So, we started out at about 10:30, and it's almost 1 now. Plan F anyone?

We went to Target, bought a garden hose and a kiddie pool, though not before realizing none of us had our IDs, and hence couldn't buy beer. God just smote our day all over. However, the kiddie pool (henceforth referred to as "The Spa") worked out beautifully - it currently sits in my front yard, full, and I have an appointment to go lay out and drink some wine with Kim, poolside, in about an hour.