Waterworld

[ NOW! WITH MORE CREEK VIDEO! ]

Sorry to disappoint you, Kevin Costner and Jeanne Trebleclefhornethorne whatever-her-name-is fans -- this post ain't about a sequel.

It's just some video from all The Dogs playing in a creek in rural Missouri, last weekend... chasing sticks, eating rocks, sniffing poopyholes, barking at fish, splashing and flashing and drinking god's gifts -- by which i mean, crystal clear agua (if by 'clear' i mean elk- and fox-urine infested H2O).

We've had a bunch of field trips lately -- up The Creek; seeing Heath Ledger's profoundly entertaining performance (Chewie likes Michael Keaton better than this guy, but *i* bought the tickets); sushi and a crowded mall in Columbia -- you show me something in central Missouri to do... and we've done it!

Apologies: sorry the last two posts were about canine waste. My life has changed. Today, Jenn's mom said 'Look at what you're doing! You've come a long way! hee hee hee'... as i dug a little tiny piece of moldy tree bark out of Chewmama's mouth, while simultaneously scrubbing Some Other Dog's soft caca from The Chew's flank, with a wet wipe -- after Chewbama rolled in said shit. Dis gus ting. But necessary, that evil -- that gross Doodie Most Foul.

So, few posts as it's been busy as heck as we train and train and train, prior to Saturday's written and action testing and, Chewie-willing, our graduation. I haven't had much time to do anything but wipe my dog's hiney, feed her, scold her, pet her soft fur and drive around with Shannon listening to The Beta Band. It's been quite an experience, as i mention ad nauseum... homesick though i be... and I'm pretty happy with the way Chewie has learned, bonded and ra,ped steadily up, and up. And let me tell you, she's ecstatic with the way *i* have progressed. It's been 16 long, arduous, and at once fun and frustrating days.

I am getting ready -- nervously -- to take her into the real world -- my true, day to day existence... which is removed from this here bubble. Far removed. A short time from now, in a land far, far away. And it will be different -- pottying her before I head into work. Explaining my legal rights to restaurant managers who say, No Dogs Allowed. Calling the cops for backup (i've always wanted to do that -- I am gonna snapily, snarkily Sipowitz the HELL outta some of the snidest of San Francisco snootie snoot snoots) when i am refused entry.

It all changes soon... but the training has in fact just begun, and will continue... in the world. Wowza.

So -- sorry I haven't much been gettin stuff on. Here's some Chewmanheimer video, by request.

Song of the Post: "Stop" by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club