Day 41

update

I got to work at about 4:00pm when the weather was still in at least the upper 40s and the rain was a mere drizzle at times. There was a dog that had been tied up on on our side patio (bigish guy, probably some kind of lab mix) while his owners, who were right inside the window from him and could watch everything he was doing, were eating some happy hour. The busser tonight came up to me and pointed out the dog, saying how sad it was that he was left in the rain. Then about ten minutes later, a woman that works at the hippie store next door came into the Café demanding to talk to a manager. She had been timing how long the dog had been outside (> 1 hour) and started to throw around words like "animal cruelty" and "animal control". Jesus christ.

Now let's get one thing straight right away: I love dogs. I have two of them, and I am as big an advocate for treating them correctly as any tree-hugger.

That being said, this lady was out of her mind. So was the busser I mention earier. That dog, with all of its long pretty hair and thick water-resistant undercoat is a descendant of the wolf, an animal that I'm pretty sure can handle being outside for an hour or two. I understand that some dogs are not as apt for outdoor life as others, but this was no foo-foo dog sitting on our patio. My dogs would frequently go outside for hours at a time when it was 20 degrees and blizzarding. This leads me to believe that 40 degrees and a light drizzle wouldn't faze them much. This lady was anthropomorphizing the dog a little bit too much, thinking that it has the human feeling of being depressed when it's raining on his head. The dog might have been feeling slightly detached since it could see its owner but not get to him, but thinking that it's being abused is just plain ridiculous.

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Title: Hop Skip & Jump

Yay for Ally finishing the Bolder Boulder, puffy eyes and cold teeth be damned.

I hate the people that leave their windshield wipers on full speed even after the rain has stopped. Don't you notice that little black stick passing in front of your view twice per second? I have road rage, no lie. Thanks to Dustin, when a car pisses me off I now click the button on the handbrake and make high-pitched "pew pew" noises like I'm a TIE Fighter blowing up a Rebel starship.

Thanks to everybody that posts comments to my entries. I really appreciate it whenever you do. Special thanks to Mark for helping to guide me on this photojournalistic journey which is all extremely new to me.