Don't judge me, but I decided that I want to race Lucy, our miniature dachshund. I don't know that this will ever be a dream realized, but I sometimes start thinking about weird things like that and then I get fixated on them. Like in high school when I was obsessed with Steve Prefontaine or in college I was fixated on mormonism (not that I was interested in converting, but was just fascinated with the development of it.)
I have always noticed that Lucy is more athletic than other dachshunds - she can jump really high! I am not just saying this because I'm her mother...the girl can jump. And you should see her roll over.
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| this is actually from november...i didn't bring my camera last week... |
So Philip and I took Lucy to the beach on Saturday because it was warmish. There weren't a lot of people on the bay so I decided to see what would happen if I let her go. She was perfect. She would stick with us and if she started to get ahead I would just call her and she would wait for us. Then she started to run a little bit and we decided it would be fun to run with her. I think this was the best day of Lucy's life. Seriously - when has she ever been able to run free? She is running so fas that I eventually am out of breath, but Philip keeps with her. Also, I note that she isn't running away from us, she is running beside us. (so cute).
Then I decided I should race her. Then I tell Stephanie, our friend, about it at dinner and she tells me that one of her friends that has a dachshund has already done so. It must be something about dachshund owners. Can't you see this though?
okay, i know i am crazy & i am ok with it...
