I just got back into the office after chasing Bella for about a half mile through the forest, down an oak-leaf and redwood duff-covered path slick with rain from a weekend storm.
That was some storm! I was scared out of my wits and had to pretend I was okay with the thunder and lightning so that Bella would think the sky lighting up like monster's were attacking and the huge rolling, rumbling sound was monster upset stomach noise was just an illusion. I was so frightened that my toes and legs were frozen stiff under the covers. (and it's difficult to get chubby legs frozen stiff!)
Before I crawled under the covers (blankets offer a false sense of security), I packed firewood into the wood-stove and made sure I had extra wood inside the house in case I lived through the storm. I checked on the dogs downstairs and nearly died under a falling tree branch. Thank goodness those dogs couldn't hear me scream the uproar outside once it started.
I had Bella fooled of my self-assuredness & total undeterred confidence during the storm by giving her a deluxe spa treatment shoulder massage while she lay in my lap half asleep whilst I was shivering under the bed covers in the pitch darkness. I lost electricity around 6:30 pm the first night until the next day around 1 pm. I sat for hours in the light of a 4-D batterie lantern reading a book about nature, wilderness, peace and grief. I know how to live it up.
The next morning because I was still without electricity, I drove to Scotts Valley for a cup of Peets, meeting my sister for a quick convo. Then I took Bella over to the dog park. The sun was shining intermittently between showers. There weren't a lot of dogs at the park. The humping pug was there though he only humps male dogs which is fine with me. Hump away, weirdo! A french bulldog with really tall legs which I think is not really a french bulldog but a weimaraner that was hit in the face with a shovel, some sort of mixed breed Australian shepherd that looked like he wanted to play, covered in (his own) dog slobber, a few chihuahuas wearing vests (how humiliating) (why not just put your dog in a thong and fish nets so humping pug will avoid you like the plague?) and a huge poodle puddle. Bella spent most of her time running like a nutcase through the mud-puddle which was about corgi-neck high in the deepest part. Bella really stunk afterward though I still love her.
Later on Sunday I was cleaning up around the outside of the house from the storm. Bella came outside on the deck where I was cleaning and grabbed something yellow and wet and slimy and proudly carried it back into the house and left it on the carpet. She had planned, I think, to eat the banana slug though I rescued it. By rescuing, I mean, I flung the shell of a carcass outside using a paper towel.
As I wrote in a previous post, I've been learning about Bella and have learned she is a very anxious dog, and a turdflopper. I'm going to send her to military boarding school dog training school. I've been in contact with the trainer and I'm going to raid my savings account and become homeless to get Bella trained by someone (anyone?). Something has to give and my sanity has given enough (sanity gave years ago). Tentatively dog training/boarding school starts December 13th so I'll have my holidays free. *hint* Also I need a few sweaters in size large (or a big medium) because I'm too cheap to spend money on clothes. I'm cold. Preferably cashmere, not plaid and not cardigan. If I can't get any new sweaters by begging for them through my blog, I'm going to shop at Goodwill and maybe I'll do some fashion modeling for you since you know we're riding the crest of a fashion run-wave (as exhibited by pic of Hannah) around here. I'm thinking I might find some interesting sweaters at the Goodwill, hoping they aren't sweaters I already gave to the Goodwill as a donation. But then maybe they'll be sweaters I forgot I wore.