Argh! The Blue Angels … how they torment my little dog.
It was midday when they started and I was at my mailbox picking up not one, but two client checks … when suddenly they started tearing apart the sky.
Belle did something slightly even more shocking than not swimming (as she did yesterday). She refused a bacon treat the UPS guy offered. [Neither one of us has EVER refused bacon.]
I had to make a bank deposit and another quick errand, but soon enough we were home.
She’s a sturdy gal, but I felt the wisest thing to do –– since she had decided to huddle in the bathroom –– was to build her a Temple Grandin style fort of pillow, so she could feel safe. [At Trader Joe’s, I also wrapped her thoroughly in the back seat blanket I bought for her, hoping she’d be OK for the 3 minutes I was inside.]
In other news …
6:30 am yoga client
9:00 am Bikram
12:00 pm Creative Client (who is making a Quantum Leap every week)
Errands / Emails
4:30 Cherry Car Wash –- we have guests coming tomorrow
5:30 Onward … PAPERWORK …. and more PAPERWORK (along with lot of Hulu).
Mostly though, I am glad the Blue Angels are here for only one more day and that during their flight hours Belle and I will be an hour North, at an old friend’s birthday party, away from their sanctioned noise terrorism.
[If I didn’t have a awesome best buddy who is also an Air Force fighter pilot, I’d be more critical; as such, thanks to his total awesomeness and heroism, I suppose I can tolerate the madness for one more day, especially since Belle will be swimming at the beach away from it all.]
[P.S. Isn’t she cute!]
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