Those of us who reside at ChezNaked full time have been rather unwell the last ten days or so. As we all know and saw, poor Buddha had that awful surgery on his head that left him with tubes coming out of two sides and a big incision down the middle that made him quite ready for his appearance in the Santa Cruz Players rendition of FrankenPuppy. Unfortunately, they're not putting on that particular performance until the end of October (Halloween and all) and someone who shall remain nameless (ahem...DearSweetDave) forgot to mention this to Buddha, forgot to tell him that they called and left a message, and so Buddha went and got himself all cut up and ready for his stage debut only to learn that he was two months early!
Bah.
Meanwhile, karma is a bitch because DearSweetDave ended up with a doozy of a virus that knocked him right on his ass. Sore throat, runny nose, cough that rattles the windows, fever! Oh goodness, the fever! And the snoring, people. My heavens. Well, yes, certainly, my heavens. I'm quite sure that the heavens can hear this snoring and that no sleep is happening up there, either. I'm quite surprised the angels aren't shooting down their own puff balls of clouds at DearSweetDave just so they can get some sleep!
Of course I don't know what I did in what previous incarnation (or perhaps it was just this one and am even more unaware of my actions than I thought...) but I got DearSweetDave's icky yucky nasty virus. Which threw quite the monkey wrench into my very specific marathon training plans AND my very necessary taking extra special care of Buddha plans. When you're feverish and you're sore and you're achy and your nose has decided to run a marathon all by itself it is one very difficult challenge indeed to even get yourself out of bed and up and about and take your very energetic and jubilant Labradors on a walk around the gulch.
Oh I'm sure there are those of you whom are thinking, "Why, Nakedjen, you don't have to take those Labradors on a walk every single day. I'm sure they'll be okay if you skip a walk. They'll understand."
To this I will say, "And your kids will understand if you forget to feed them dinner for three nights in a row and just don't come home!"
While Buddha and Stella are really quite well behaved for two young energetic Labradors, they are still two young energetic Labradors. If we could somehow harness that energy, I wouldn't even ever have to pay PG&E. In fact, I could sell energy to PG&E. They could pay ME to light up the neighborhood. I haven't figured out how to plug into Buddha and Stella yet and I'm still trying to work that out, but in the meanwhile, it is actually quite pertinent that they get at least one walk a day, preferably two. Two is optimal, one is an absolute necessity. Or the couch and chairs and floors will most certainly suffer. They're not destructive. It's just that they really enjoy playing SUPER DOG. Which consists mostly of Stella running as fast as she can around the house with her butt tucked underneath her, tail tucked between her back legs and every time she passes Buddha she literally is like a Tasmanian Devil and attacks him in a blind black ball of fur(ry).
Of course furniture most certainly gets toppled because Stella really loves to use it like a "bumper" in her own version of pin ball. She bounces her body off of the chair to the couch to the dining room table and she really deserves her own SUPER DOG cape because she flies through the air, hits Buddha, knocks him off his feet leaving him with stars circling about his head and keeps going all the while never really allowing her own four feet to truly touch the ground.
Perhaps she should be the one running the marathon?
Meanwhile, because of the NASTY VIRUS that has plagued ChezNaked over the last week, a virus that even cupcakes from the marvelous cupcake crusader could not vanquish (though it was sure fun trying!), my marathon training efforts have taken a big backwards step. I was honored to receive a sweat shirt from those lovely Team In Training folks for raising so much money (thank you to all of you for helping!!) but I wasn't able to even attempt the very long miles we were supposed to complete last week and now I'm feeling a tad nervous. I've got a lot of catching up to do.
However, we all know I'm good about keeping to my promises. If not to myself, to everyone else. So now that I finally seem to have bid that nasty virus adieu, I'm going out to the track to log some very important training miles.
And Buddha? He wants you all to know that his head is healing and he's feeling much better, too. As for DearSweetDave? I think we still need to do something about that snoring. Any suggestions??
