Random Thoughts

Because of the forecast on Saturday for lots of rain, we completed some chores around the house, walked the dogs, and drove into town with Natasha and Kiska rather than the whole Herd to run some errands.  On the way back home, I was trying to think about what I would post since nothing really happened.  Random thoughts went through my mind and that’s when I decided – I would just post random events:

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We drove the Jeep, the vehicle used to transport the Herd, into town Friday night to meet my parents for dinner.  A couple pulled up beside us, looked over, and expressed disappointment that The Herd was not with us.   Er, We are doing great.  Thanks for asking.  Hmmmmm.

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On a related front, we stopped at a store.  A couple pulled up beside me in the parking lot and asked me where all the others were (since only Kiska and Natasha were in the car).  That also happened several times as we walked in downtown Waynesville and inside the Mast General Store.  Amazing how many people know The Herd.

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Speaking of the Mast General Store, we love that place.  The dogs are welcome and the clerks scramble to see who gets to feed the dog treats to them (needless to say, the dogs LOVE the store and know where the treats are stored).  Plus they have a great selection of outdoor clothes and gear.

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We were sitting in another parking lot and heard Siberian speak.  The dogs and I scanned the parking lot and saw this guy sitting in a car:

Sibe Mix

Hey buddy.  You had a great voice!

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The weather forecast for Saturday was 1-2 inches of rain and heavy thunderstorms.  We got 0.3 inches of rain and never harder than a drizzle.  Guess that was close.  Good thing we changed our plans based on the weather forecast.  Sigh.

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Walking down the street with Natasha and Kiska, a group of ladies approached all oohing and aahing over the dogs.  One of the ladies exclaimed, “How gorgeous!”  Then she looked right at me and said, “We don’t mean you.  We mean the dogs.”  Gee, thanks.  The clarity was very helpful.

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Which reminds me of a couple of summers ago when a couple approached us on the Parkway and said, “We remember you.  Well, not you, but the dogs.”  Again, gee, thanks.

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Rusty has a simple question:

Rusty

Why didn’t I get to go?

 

10 Comments

  1. Mochi on April 6, 2009 at 12:48 am

    Of course we’re more important than our humans! 🙂

    Mochi

  2. Steve & Kat on April 1, 2009 at 3:08 pm

    I agree with Rusty. Everyone should get to go. I hate it when I get left at home. Although the other day, Dad and Steve went to Pizza Hut to pick up some pizza and Mom and I played the whole time they were gone. So that was pretty fun. I still gave Steve a smack down when he got home though.

    Mom doesn’t know anyone’s name but knows what dogs belong where. So she’d probably be the same to you as the other people you met.

    Kat

  3. Tuffy on March 31, 2009 at 7:09 am

    Hello,

    Yeah well, its the same at Dog WOods … the Chief aka bipeds gets less press time than we do. Not that we’re complaining … we love the attention.

    Licks and Wags

    Tuffy and the Dog WOods Pack

  4. The OP Pack on March 29, 2009 at 8:40 pm

    On a much lesser scale, we run into the same thing in our neighborhood. When we run into people on the second stage of our walk, without Dakota, people either ask where she is or very carefully try to figure out if she is still around. When Mom meets someone in the store who sees us on our walk, she often hears, “Oh, you are the lady with the wolves/dogs/huskies.”

    woos, the OP Pack

  5. Princess and Mike on March 29, 2009 at 6:20 pm

    My biped feels the same way. Whenever I am not around they always ask where me, Princess is. Then maybe if he is lucky, they say hello!!!! Harrooo!!!

  6. the Army of Four on March 29, 2009 at 2:27 pm

    Great post! Our bipeds understand we’re more memorable than they are. People don’t even recognize Mom without us! Ha roo roo roo!
    Tail wags,
    Storms

  7. Princess Eva on March 29, 2009 at 11:05 am

    Even though there are only two of us, we get a similar reaction. Though Momma says that now that there are two of us people actually think that we’re a special breed and it’s not just a lucky chance that I ended up so pretty. When we’re out walking, people have pulled their car over and stopped to ask what we are.

    Though we are still looking for a regular store that we are allowed in.

    Princess Eva

  8. Ozzie on March 29, 2009 at 10:34 am

    Well, I think that it is really cool that the herd gets to go with you all over the place. Kelly and John only take me to the vet, Petsmart and the dogpark. I actually like all 3. I would like to go the general store. That sounds fun! Can I come be a special guest herd member so that I can go?

    Ozzie

  9. Khyra on March 29, 2009 at 9:13 am

    Ah yes!

    Our furiends in the midwest had some of the same weather ‘issues’ – what was furkhast and what was gotten were not one and the same!

    Of khourse the hoooomans would ask about US – did woo really have a point with THAT one?

    Hugz&Khysses,
    Khyra
    PeeEssWoo: Nice new kholour!

  10. Huffle Mawson on March 29, 2009 at 6:04 am

    Mum says her boss at work always asks about me before her! It’s the way it should be.

    Huffle Mawson

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