She’s a terror.
Winter smacked down during these past two weeks.
I enjoyed one last day at the lake and then Minneapolis got a foot of snow in an epic snow storm.
Let’s just be real: the whole point of having dogs in Minnesota is watching them slide on ice.
I love walking the dogs on campus during the weekends. The University of Minnesota campus is huge, and mostly abandoned on Saturdays.
It is also a gorgeous fall day. So to campus we went. We parked on the West Bank walked across the Washington Avenue bridge as I listened to MPR on the blackberry.
I notice several large groups of people on the East Bank and I assume that there is a football game or something. No big deal. I then see a large line just as I hear MPR news announcer say, “Lines already forming the U of M campus for President Obama’s visit.”
Crap.
It has happened three days in a row now: it is around 4 am. I am on my fifth hour of sleep, and I hear a sigh from the side of my bed.
I curse under my breath. Gertrude does a Marge Simpson grumble.
I then try to ignore Gertrude, and she flings herself on the floor dramatically and sighs, over and over, until I take her out.
I chuck the tennis ball and Gertrude goes nuts. Hide your kids, hide your wife, cus we got a ball hog out here:
What a week. Long days at school, a weekend at work, and the first signs of frost and fall. Despite my packed schedule, I still made it to the lakes this week to enjoy the last of the green:
Alesus and I decided to take a nature-tour with the krakens. Of course the path near the river was flooded and the dogs had to charge right through the middle of the muck:
Every…freaking…time…
And I, being ever so prepared, decided to wear flipflops.
Good thing the dog harnesses made it super easy to throw the dogs in the river to torture clean them off.
And yes, the back seat of my car is a hot mess.
People think I clean my apartment too often, but this drool train explains why:
Note how majestically it flaps in the wind.
The krakens and I surprised one of the apartment maintenance guys:
Maintenance guy: “Woah!”
Me: “Sorry.”
Maintenance guy: “Those are some big ass dogs!”
Me: “Yeah, I moved to the garden level apartment, so they are necessary.”
Maintenance guy: “Two dogs and a shotgun for city livin’. That’s what I say.”
So true.
And the krakens finally earned their keep re: the city livin’ part!
Gertrude knew the vet visit wasn’t for her. She was just there to laugh.
This is the, “Am I in trouble or what?” face.
