What a nightmare of a fucking morning. I woke up fine, little late. Went down the street to the little park(?grassy area? evs). I was so intent on taking a day off from running and was so psyched when I saw Trixie’s favorite boy there. He’s an 80 lb. puppy named Ollie who is so cute and just submissive enough to make this girl nuts. I let go of her leash because they got tangled and it’s usually no big deal when she is with her main dude.
Well, not today. I was/am exhausted because I gave in and took Nyquil last night and it was awesome. So, it took me a while to really wake up. But here we are, they are playing, then suddenly before I could untwist them and get the leash, Trixie heads to what I call an alley for lack of a better word. The houses on both sides are all pretty new and it’s just a space between the back yards that is completely overgrown with these weedy vines that are over 6 feet tall. I thought it only went a few feet. Anyway, she disappeared to a point where I couldn’t even hear her tags. And the big puppy was about to follow. So I handed Rocky’s leash to my friend, Ollie’s mom Emma and sprinted around to the next block only to find it doesn’t go through to the next street. So, I am relieved she can’t get to the street, but what the fuck now, right?
I got back around and heard nothing. So I had to go in. It was like walking into a patch of vines headfirst. No footing, it’s all trash, a rolled up rusty fence and god only knows what else. Spiderwebs everywhere. So disgusting and hard to walk. I seriously for the first time in my life needed a machete. And the puppy is with me, as we plow through the totally unknown with no sign of my idiot dog. Turns out this little space from hell goes all the way to the last house on the block. The little bitch was in the last yard on the right. She squeezed through a space between the yards to a board of nails that was unstable and pushed in. Then Rocky and Emma show up and I am totally freaking out that my old guy went through all of that crap. I had to squeeze through, pushing both boys back into the weeds toward the park and trying not to scream at them at 7 am on a Sunday while trespassing times a zillion. I finally moved the board enough to get her out (and gouge my shirt and side on a nail) and push everyone back. It was a nightmare. I drug (it seems right but not) them home and tried to breath. I was like fuck it, I have to do at least a quick run so that we are tired and I don’t kill this beast. So we dropped Rocky and my stuff off.
We got down to the river and it was crowded and she was tired after her ridiculous asshole adventure. So I let her stay on the grass and started running again. She thought that would be the best time to get the super zoomies and next thing you know, I am lying in the grass and the leash has nailed me like a punch in the chin. Seriously, of course I got right up after some ridiculous and uncontrollable laughter that was more hysterical than finding any of it funny. And we went on.
We did make it home eventually with no dog being murdered, which is surprising. Yay home. Nope. Then I had to go to the store before breakfast because the bread (naan) I got last night for breakfast was COVERED in mold. Motherfuck, I forgot to bring it or the receipt with me, so I just told the cashier at the stupid super expensive market about it and got my shit and got out of there. I am so exhausted and now feeling the combined effects of all of the strange things that scratched the shit out of my arms and legs (washed all kinds of stuff out of my hair) and the bitch of a fall that was pretty hard. Luckily, since my work system was down the last 2 days, I only have 8 hours of work to get in by midnight so I have tons of time to rest. So far this day is making me think of a quote from the illustrious Heather Chandler, fuck me gently with a chainsaw already Sunday, I give up.