Yep...It's official. Josh was right. I'm bat shit crazy.... It's like when you finally acknowledge that you have a problem (usually after you hit rock bottom). For me, it was this weekend. This weekend, I had to face reality: I'm one of those crazy dog people. I'm literally that person. I'm that freak you see walking around in public with dog hair on their shirts, but they don't seem to notice. The lady who buys the furminator and who lobbied for over 15 minutes in REI that we needed to buy the little boots for the dog before the camping trip because he'd be walking over rocks and stuff (WHAT!? I stand behind that one!!! That shit hurts your feet!!!) (Don't panic. I lost that one. We are a dog-bootieless family.)
Anyway, for those of you who have not read this blog since the beginning, I will briefly recap. (Those of you non-lazy people who know the history can go get a snack and come back later. ) Okay, so prior to our departure for Khartoum I found out that we couldn't take the dogs on the plane -- Kernel was too big for accompanying baggage and cargo into Sudan is not an option if you want your pet to actually live through the trip....and we found out not long after, that Sudan associated swine-flu with domestic dogs, so Jack couldn't make it either. Long story short, I found them both a home with a retired fireman who lives on 10 acres. My city-raised boys didn't know what hit them! Fast forward to our return - and I go out to visit the boys....they're all very happy. The guy who adopted them is all alone and obviously loves them (well, who wouldn't?! My babies rock!) and we didn't want to take them away from him. (Plus, the condo only allows you to have one baby - so it would be like Sophie's Choice....) SOOOO, we were going to be dogless.
But obviously (since I'm bat shit crazy...focus people!) I cannot be dogless. So we rescued a puppy from the Friends of Homeless Animals. After approximately 2 weeks of interviews (let's just say I'm not the only bat-shit crazy dog freak around the DC area...) we brought little Dillon home.
Okay, so those of you getting a snack - you need to come back now (did you bring me a snack?! WTF!? HATEFUL!)...this is new and exciting info...okay, more new than exciting and probably not really "exciting" per se, more along the lines of I'm obviously going to have to go back to work and/or outside of the house if I want to find anything exciting to ever talk about again....ANYWAY, we went camping this weekend (because I'm outdoorsey like that...and I got some new REI pants that dry within seconds, so I totally had to test them out!) and we brought Baby Dillon. NOW, how am I so sure that I am bat shit crazy you ask??
Almost every picture I took of our camping trip is of Dillon or our friends' dogs, Dexter and Piper. There were FOUR people on this trip. I don't think I have 4 photos of people. SOO, since I went to the trouble of taking 792 pictures of the dogs - I figured I should share them with you. And yes, I do know that I am crazy.
And Dillon's friends...
Just in case you wondered why it was you don't drink water right out of stream...because Dillon is still mastering the "Potty outisde" issue...he still needs some clarification...
And finally, this is Josh participating in the "Mc'Lympics" we hosted during our camping trip. (We lost. He sucks.)
sooo, now that we're all on the same page and I'm currently unemployed(ish) and living on my couch...and because I'm still working on my masterpiece that outlines why "The Biggest Loser" is the most addicting TV show of all time (and yet, I still want a snack when I watch it), you'll just have to content yourself with 792 pictures of Dillon. However, don't worry. I won't turn this into a Dillon blog.
Pictures of my visit to Jack and Kernel are coming next week.
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