I’m not so sure about this hazy weather. It makes me sticky and uncomfortable. I know it would be considered a “fairly dry” day on the east coast or even “it feels like rain.” This is so not cool in Montana. . . I am ready for whatever weather to get in and get out again so I can go back to not feeling like I am dressed for the temperature, but not the humidity. I hate the cold and clammy, but you feel like you’re overheating reaction to the weather. Give me my dry weather back!!!
I took Bacca to the park and it was all damp and squishy, but he had a blast chasing his ball around. The dogs we walk past every day to go to the park, or on our walk around the hill (it’s a big ol’ hill with trails all over it), were yet again up to their usual antics. The Jack Russell starts the barking which in turn sets off the shaggy herding dog next door, and then when we are finally in view of dog #3 it’s just a barking cacophony of noise. Their humans yell at them, everyone is irritated, Bacca just keeps on walking and ignores them. Good dog. . . while he’s on the leash. I’m sure if he were off leash he’d run up to their fences and have a bark fest at them. That wouldn’t be good. . . because these dogs are just barking for the sheer power of barking, they don’t seem to mean anything by it. It’s like a little kid pointing at another kid or a toy or something and no one pays them any attention so they just keep at it, “LOOK A DOG, LOOK A DOG, LOOK A DOG, LOOK A DOG, LOOK A DOG”
I’m so lazy today. I just want to snuggle down with a good book and not do anything, but I need to pack for a conference and get Bacca to the kennel as both of us are going. I’m excited to spend some time in Missoula, and I am thinking of other things to do during breaks that are nearby. Maybe I’ll go see Joe the parrot. I love that bird. . . He lives at the Army Navy store and blushes when he sees me. What a cutie. He’s a bit picky about his people, but he loves the ladies.
I guess there are several chores I could go work on . . .
But first, one more chapter of my book. . .