Speaking of annoying drips, I've got a Scrappy story for you. Friday night- you know, the night when the 500-mile-long straight line of rain marched over Allen County- when Laurie got home, one of our activities was me and Mr. Dog roughhousing. This is usually best accomplished when I crawl over to Laurie's leg and pretend to attack. He'll pull my sleeve, wrap my arm, and bark as if he's a vicious killer. But the fun thing with Scrappy is, no matter what way you play with him, eventually you reach a point where a switch in his head flips, and he becomes "Incredible Hulk-dog". Meaning, his eyes glaze over, his legs become those blurry circles a la Road Runner, and he does laps around the room, occasionally stopping to slam into the couch, a chair, or his new favorite, the bathroom wall (which the neighbors must just love).
So, I start him going, knowing full well he has been holding a poop since, oh, six hours ago because he HATES being rained on. Soon, the switch flips, and after a couple of laps, he shoots upstairs, and I hear him slam up on the bed. I, downstairs, crawl into the bathroom, and he charges back down. (Do you see where we're going with this? Good!) After a lap or so, he sails into the bathroom- only to have me scream, "BOOO!" Needless to say, he doesn't quite know whether to fish or cut bait. He does know, however, the chain reaction that I started- and heads to the door, jumping up on the screen to get out before it's too late. Seconds later, the rain was no longer a problem. Scrappy is the only one I've ever really known to have the poop scared out of him- and that's the second time.
The first? His first face to face with a big buck deer. And thankfully in a field.
Next, just so you don't get the idea from the Zoo post that he ended up at the wrong park alone, we were there earlier Saturday for a walk with my niece Raine. We are a year and a half apart in age, so we shared a TON of growing up experiences.
|As I captioned this on Facebook, "Damnit, Chris, get off my foot!"|
Anyway, here are some pics from Sunday's walk:
|This is possibly the noisiest hawk I've ever met. Screeching the whole time we were out.|
|At least this time, I got the good shots...|
|Lots more water in the swamp. Hence, more turtles.|
|The alumni center pond.|
|Since Mad Jack thought "You look too young to have a son that old", and a FB friend who has masochist tendencies (apparently) wanted "more pictures of Chris", here's another one.|
|Pond also has hundreds of little bitty, lightning-fast fish.|
|Killdeers on the sidewalk...|
|Once in the woods, we were less than popular with the squirrels, based on the several half-eaten nuts that started falling on us.|
|Here's something new! Glad we weren't here when it fell...|
|Came off the top of this guy.|
|She was a ways off and hard to get.|
Finally, the quick AIHL update. Adelaide had the weekend off, as did Perth. Saturday had the two big games: Simon Barg and Matt Puntieri each tallied twice as Sydney's Ice Dogs toppled Newcastle 5-3; and Jack Woglemuth had two goals and an assist as the latest Battle of Melbourne had the Mustangs upset the Ice, 4-2. Canberra played the other Saturday game, losing to the other really bad team, the Sydney Bears, 3-2, on two goals and an assist by Michael Schlamp.
Sunday was tag-team beat-up-the-bad-team day. Canberra gets walloped by the Ice Dogs 8-1 on Barg's hat trick garnished with two assists, while Newcastle got theirs back against the Bears, 7-1, on hat tricks by (who else) Pier-Oliver Cotnoir and Jeff Martens, with Dominic Osmun pitching in three assists.
The result of which (besides dropping the Bears to 6-15-1, the Knights to 2-20-1, and former Perth captain Michael Forney to third in the scoring race behind still-playing Jeff Martens (25 G, 28 A, 53 points) and Matt Armstrong of the Ice), is to put the Ice Dogs (14-6-4) four points up on Newcastle (13-7-3), as well as 7 over the Ice and 8 over the Mustangs, while idle Adelaide and Perth drift to 15 and 13 points back, respectively.