Karma bit me in the ass.

Obviously I spend a lot of time at the park with my dog. I occasionally take my dog to one of the big dog parks in town. On several of these trips, as I am standing around let my dog chase after balls or other dogs or people, I catch dogs peeing on people who have no idea they are being peed (is that right?) on. They are just standing their watching their dog chase balls or other dogs and some sneaky little puppy will run up and pee on them from behind. I never say anything and secretly find it kind of funny. I mean, it's just a little dog pee on their shoe or their jeans, and by the time I see it the action has already taken place, no point in getting someone all huffy and puffy when there is nothing they can do about it.

However, I got peed on this morning. I was just out walking my dog, enjoying my morning. A dog park regular comes walking up and one of his dogs runs up to me. I lean down to pet the dog who I THINK is just being friendly, and the dog lifts it's leg and pees on my foot before I realize what just happened. And to be completely honest, I found it just has funny when it happened to me so I stand by my position of watching (and laughing) from a distance when people unsuspectingly get peed on by dogs.

An afternoon with my dog.

So for you mommy bloggers out there, you should know that I consider my dog on the same level as your kids. I buy her treats, spoil her rotten and she has complete control over my life. I also love her unconditionally and talk about all the cute things she does.

I should also include that my dog is probably as smart as most 2 year olds (and possibly smarter than I am most days). Last night I took her to the park after leaving her stuck in my little condo all day. She gets very excited about going to the park. As in the second I let her out of the house she goes tearing down the stairs, but waits patiently for me to follow her down. She then tears across the parking lot and waits patiently at my car. Then last night, when we got to the park, she tore out of the backseat of my car and ran straight up the tennis courts. I should tell you that her new favorite activity at the park is to play ball inside the tennis courts. I think she likes it for two reasons (1) it is closer to the nasty stream that I begrudgedly (so not a word I know) let her swim in (or lie in a roll around in the mud in to be more accurate) and (2) no other dog can steal her ball if she doesn't catch it. To continue, last night she tore out of my car and up to the tennis courts. Only the door into the tennis court (which is almost always open) was closed and BAMM, she ran right into it before she could stop herself. After regaining her composure she just stood there and pranced around waiting for me to let her in. Kinda of cute, really.

When she gets tired of playing ball, she stands on the other side of the tennis courts from me and holds onto the ball until I say ok. The second the word "Ok" comes out of my mouth she takes off towards the previously mentioned nasty stream and proceeds to roll around in the 3 inches of water and get covered in nasty mud and some sort of green slime thing that grows in there. Why do I let my dog do this you are asking yourself? Because she is so cute and happy when she is rolling in mud. How can I say no? I am going to be a horrible mother...you want that candy because it makes you happy? sure why not! You want to dye your hair purple? Sure why not, it might be cute!

However, onto the part about how my dog is probably as smart, at least, as any 2 year old. She always takes her ball in the stream with her, and immediately drops it just out of reach for me which means she can play and play and play in the nasty stream until SHE decides she wants to pick the ball back up and bring it to me. This is exactly what happened last night. For 20 minutes. My dog ran up and down the nasty stream, eating grass, rolling in mud, all the while checking to make sure I was still standing there waiting for her. I even tried the whole 'walk away and pretend like you are leaving thing'...didn't work. I finally came back and she was sitting there munching on nasty stream grass. Yes, my dog eats grass. She always has. She doesn't eat extreme amounts but she defiantly grazes some times. Is this weird to anyone else? I used to think so but I see dogs at the park doing it all the time so I finally gave it and just let her graze. Now I could yell at her and just leave the ball in the nasty stream but then I would constantly being buying new tennis balls (I am broke enough as is) and she is just so cute doing it that I let her get away with it.

I bet you guys all thought I had some moral for this story...nope, I just some randomness for your Saturday afternoon.

I can't help it...

I'm not really a very political person, but I am definitely on the liberal side of things and am defiantly not a fan of the Governator of California. I was just reading an article about the devastating fire in South Lake Tahoe and came across the following paragraph and my liberal mind just can't stop myself from sharing this with others in hopes of shedding some light on the high level on intelligence to be found in the Republican Party (can you sense my sarcasm there?):

"Schwarzenegger, who was in Europe when the fire broke out, was making his first visit to the area. The ex-bodybuilder picked a dumbbell from the debris and hoisted it, marveling that it was one of the few objects to survive. "Amazing," he told an aide."

Seriously? Seriously? This man is in charge of the state of California and THAT is what he said in response to the 200+ homes lost, the 3500 acres burned and the 2500 people who have lost their homes or whose homes are being threatened! Seriously? Need I say more?

Copy Cat

I am such a copy cat. Shannon did the thing (you know, the thing???)...seriously though, the thing where you type in "Shannon needs" in google and see what you get the other day and I found it hilarious so I thought I would copy her and do it as well....but you know, not with "Shannon needs" because, well, Shannon already did that so I thought I would try it with Ginger needs...

Ginger needs...
...a family to help her forget her past (?)
...to find a home
...to be grated into tiny pieces (a little disturbing)
...your help
...a royal attitude adjustment (excuse me!)
...money (how did they know?)
...a good guy her own age (fuck, the dog park guy is so much older than me but Google is telling me I need someone my own age..what to do, what to do)
...to be washed in clean (flowing) water (ummm, again, a little disturbing)
...to retire (sound good to me)
...to be peeled before being pounded (sounds good to me)
...to be controlled (I've never really been a submissive, but maybe I should try something new)

That's all folks!

It's getting dark.

Do you every have days (weeks?) where you just feel like you are drowning? Where nothing goes your way and everything is your fault? This week has been one of those weeks for me. I admittedly complain about my job a lot but I do like it (don't love it, but like it). Most of the time I really do enjoy work, it is hard and I work long days but I leave at the end of the day feeling like I have been helpful and that I have accomplished stuff.

If you saw my desk for the last 3 days you would understand my feeling. The piles just get bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and the lists of things to do just get longer and longer and longer and longer and ok, you probably have the point by now...

And the worst part is apparently it is my fault for everything that goes wrong this week. Even, yes, when I had nothing to do with it. Somehow...my fault. I know weeks like this pass but fuck if all I want to do tomorrow is call in sick and hide in my bed all day.

By the way, sorry for not blogging in so long.

This is how lazy I am...

So you obviously all know that I went on a trip last week. I was gone from Wed.-Sat. During most of this time my cell phone was off because I was in a location where it didn't come in. However since returning from my trip I have been using my cell phone but have not plugged it in to charge it since last Tuesday before I left for my trip (8 days). Today my phone finally died on me.

Do you want to know why I haven't plugged my phone in? Because I was too lazy to unpack my backpack from last weekend (sitting in the corner of my hallway) to dig out my phone charger. Guess what I just realized? Because I was going camping I knew I wouldn't have anywhere to plug my phone in so I DID NOT BRING MY PHONE CHARGER...which yes for those of you who can put 2 and 2 together, means my phone charger was right where I left it 8 days ago, plugged into an outlet near my bed!

So unprofessional.

I've never been the kind of person who cries a lot. By the way, I am supposed to be preparing right now for the following things at work tomorrow: interviewing more people because the last receptionist that we hired lasted 3 weeks (although she only actually worked 4 days and 2 hours), my mid-year review and reviewing one of my employees (let me rephrase, the one person I currently supervise). Instead I am blogging...

Anyways, back to my random train of thought...while preparing to review someone else it got me thinking to my reviews. In my first year, I had a review at 3 months (preliminary to make sure I did well enough to get past the 'probation period' and so I could ask for more money because I started for a lot less than I wanted), a review at 6 months (again, for a possible salary increase because I started at a lot less than I wanted) and an annual review (my actual review, although the others were actual reviews as well, but most people don't get reviews at 3 and 6 months). In every single one of my reviews, I cried at some point. I have no explanation for why I cried. It had no hidden purpose (like making my boss feel guilty or because I was so unhappy or so elated with joy I felt I needed tears to express my feelings). It's like my boss and I start talking about my job/my performance and the water works just turn on (just FYI, my reviews have always been favorable, with room for improvement, accompanied by salary increases). I try to stop them but then I just sit there because when I am about to cry all I do is stop talking because once I start talking the tears start flowing. So I start talking because I can't sit there like a dumb ass and the tears start flowing. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? I have no idea why I do this and it makes me feel like a hack and that everything coming out of my mouth is fooey. My boss always said it isn't a big deal (benefit of having a female boss perhaps?) but I still feel totally unprofessional and wish I could stop it. The last time I made it ALL the way to the last portion where we talk about what direction I want to take in the next year and boom, on came the waterworks even though I knew what I wanted. AUUUGGGGG! It is so aggravating that this happens!

As I said, I am not a crier. I generally only cry over the deaths of loved ones (people and pets, probably more so pets...does that make me a bad person that I cry more over the death of my pets than I do over the death of loved ones?) I also have cried when I really hurt myself (like the other night when I slammed my foot into my bed, I collapsed on the floor in a flurry of cuss words and then cried just a little bit...it REALLY hurt) or during some movies. But seriously, I can't believe I do this because it is totally not like me...but i guess it is probably better than excusing myself from a meeting concerning my performance and locking myself in the bathroom for more than an hour and then pretending like the meeting never happened. Like say, some people might do.

Random Facts of the Day...

10 people die every week in the U.S. in "furniture related" fires.

Just for shit's and giggles...

You're asking yourself what is this? Well my answer to you is that it is crab poop, or sand, or both. Whatever way you look at it this little crab spends his time burrowing little holes in the sand and the way he gets rids of the sand is by eating it (thus pooping it) in these nice little balls all over the Australian beach. Here is a prettier picture of the beach these were found on...somewhere in Northern Australia...

By the way, my DELETE button on my keyboard no longer works which is a royal pain in the ass. Probably from when I spilled my iced vanilla latte on it a few weeks ago (and obviously never cleaned it)...

BTW, I had to fire someone again

Yup, I had to fired someone over the phone today. It wasn't as hard as the first time and really, would expect to keep your job if you had worked 4.5 of the 3 weeks you had been employed at a company?

Thank god for Julia!

I am addicted to Hell's Kitchen. I have loved it from the very first season. All I have to say after tonight's episode is THANK GOD FOR JULIA. She may just be a lowly short order cook who doesn't know what a creme brulee is but she knows that you can't serve food you have taken from the trash to a customer! WHO THINKS, EVEN IN THE CRAZIEST OF MOMENTS, THAT IT IS OK TO TAKE FOOD OUT OF THE TRASH AND SERVE IT?!?

Road Trips, White Water Rafting and the Elusive Marie Callender's

I love road trips. I always have because they give you time to think or time to just completely zone out of your life and revisit your CD collection (mine is vast). Wed. I left for a trip to go white water rafting on the Kings River (east of Fresno in the Sequoia and Sierra National Forests). I was meeting my sister there. Here is my trip...

Wed. June 13, 2007
10am - Last night I told my sister I would leave around 10. Since I fell asleep on the couch last night, I still have to take a shower, pack and get my oil changed. Probably not going to leave anytime soon so I call my sister. Like always, she is running late as well so we are right on track. I tell my sister I am leaving at noon. If I left now, I would get to my destination around 5pm.

12pm - Still packing, need to drop off brownies I made on a whim last night to Shannon and get my oil changed. I can do this all by 1 right?

2pm - Finally on the road, got my oil changed, dropped brownies off for Shannon and got my coffee. Then this jackass decides to drive exactly the speed limit in front of me all the way out of town...you know how when you are running late everything pisses you off....all I wanted to do was start my vacation and I was already 4 hours late and this jackass decides it is his personal vendetta to NOT left me pass him all the way from the freeway entrance by my house to Gold Ranch where I got off to fill up my tank.

5pm - Still driving. So I wasn't really digging the whole road trip aspect of my trip on the way down. All I wanted to do was pass all the brush fires along the freeways, get out of the 110 degree weather and go rafting. But damn it, still driving.

7pm- Yup, you guessed it, STILL DRIVING...At this point, if I had left when I last told my sister I was leaving, I would be to our destination. I never called my sister to tell her I left at 2 instead of 12, and by this time she was probably already there which means her cell phone no longer came in. I just kept driving.

8:15pm - Still driving, but almost there. So close I almost want to get out and run there...except it is 110 degrees out and, well I am lazy and it really still is another 20 miles. My phone rings and I am surprised to find it is my sister. Looks like she got started a little late and is about 10 miles in front of me...it's really is amazing how horrible our running late gene is but at least when we go on vacations together we get places at the same time because we are both running later than planned (although it didn't really matter except the last 2 hours of the drive is around a nasty curvy road that I dread driving around in the dark).

Sick of seeing pictures of me driving? Now you are starting to understand how long this day was for me. I was so exciting about BEING there that every minute of the drive was torture!

8:45pm - Finally at the camp for Zephyr Whitewater Expeditions. I've never been rafting with any other company but every experience I have had with them has been fantastic. They raft various rivers in California, have great food and a great staff. I am sure they are pricier than the others but it's worth every dime. My sis and I unload and get our tent set up. We are the only people there besides the guides. By they way, there are no pictures of the hotty guides because they were all married or women and I really don't need pictures of tan buff women to compare the following pictures of me to...

June 14, 2007 (and June 15, 2007)

7:30am - we find out that it is just my sis and I and 1 family of 4 (for the math-challenged people, that is 6 people going on the trip that day). I was a little concerned it would be awkward but in retrospect I would MUCH rather go with a smaller group, the guides are a lot more relaxed and easy going with smaller groups (they don't have to worry about the stupid people doing stupid things if they have less of them to worry about).

We got going around 9am, here are some pictures from our day. Now I know there are no exciting raging rapid pictures. I couldn't exactly have my camera out during those times. I did pay an outrageous amount of money for a picture they took during one of the big rapids but I have to wait for them to mail it to me. I will post that when I get it, but for now...

My sister floating to her untimely demise...or not...

Possibly the dorkiest picture ever taken of me, and I swear I am not that fat in person. This is an awful picture of me but my loyal blog readers get to see it because it is one of the few pictures I have of me on the trip.

Somehow my sister seems to pull this look off better than I but she still looks dorky so I have to post this to counteract the dorkiness of my picture above.

Our lunch (with another guide) making it's way down the river...

My sis and I at our lunch break. This was a place called "Forever Eddy". For you river virgins, an eddy is area of usually calm water behind or downstream of an obstruction in the main current, where water flows counter to that of the main current. In this case, it is caused by a huge pool off to the side of the main flow of the river. It has caused a huge whirlpool that you can just float round and round in circles.

The river...

More of the river...like I said, all the crazy rapids (keeping in mind that this river is classed a 3 or 3+ which means it really is a beginner-moderate river) I was busy paddling and getting soaked so I couldn't take pictures.

After rafting on Thursday and Friday, we relocated 2 miles up the road to Cabin 4 1/2. This is an old forest ranger cabin that they how rent out. My home away from home, it is so peaceful here and right across from the river. That's my sis standing in front.

At our little beach across from the cabin. We spent our day swimming, sunbathing and waving hello to rafters.

At the oldest bridge on the Kings River. And no comments about the bandanna...I hadn't washed my hair in 4 days or brushed it in 2 days.

My sis and I. We are such dorks!

One last shot of the river from the bridge and a joke for you. You probably have to understand the river guide lifestyle a little bit to get this one but I will still try: What is the difference between and male river guide and a treasury bond?

I took this picture right before I left. After this is was a long drive home...

This is the only picture I took of my drive home. I figured you guys had enough on my drive there. A note for those of you looking for the Marie Callender's in Fresno on Shaw Ave. IT IS ON THE CORNER OF SHAW AND MARTY. I spent ~45 minutes looking for Marie Callender's because all I wanted for dinner before I hit the road again for the rest of my drive home was cornbread and a slice of coconut cream pie. I drive up and down Shaw only to finally give up and go to El Pollo Loco. Guess what, as I headed back to the freeway, ONE BLOCK UP FROM EL POLLO LOCO, LO AND BEHOLD WAS THE DAMN M.C. By then I was stuffed and pissed! Note to the owners of the Marie Callender's on Shaw Ave. in Fresno...YOU NEED A BETTER SIGN!

In addition to my pictures and my memories, I have these WONDERFUL mosquito bites ALL over my arms to remember my trip by!

By the way, the answer to the joke is that with age, one of them matures and starts earning money and the other doesn't. Take a guess which one!

The end!

Out of my mind...

Oh wait, I meant to say out of the...the what, office, home, blog world...ok, I am staying with out of my mind. My mind and I are officially going on vacation until Sunday June 17. If you need immediate assistance, too bad. If you leave a message I will probably read it when I return.

For those of you interested, I am going white water rafting on the Kings River. I hope to have pictures when I return (If I remember to bring my camera...ok, it's in my purse, now I just have to remember to bring my purse...)

Kitty Love

For the last few days, this is what I have been coming home to. The orange cat never leaves the balcony and belongs to my neighbor. The black and white cat just hangs out on the ground or on the bottom apartment's balcony and I have no idea who it belongs to. Every once in a while they will meow at each other but other than that they just hang out starting longingly into each others eyes all the while driving my dog absolutely insane!

They are meowing to each other right now...

Editor's note: this is now the 3rd time I have posted this, read it and found an typo. This post better be error free now!

A conversation about kids...

The other day I was at work and I witnessed this conversation. I have to admit I was completely shocked and said nothing because I couldn't actually believe that anybody would ask this. I think Shannon will probably enjoy this one.

Character #1
Name: Jane*
Age: 28
Bio: Single Mom (dating a loser about 15 years her senior), has one 7 year old son who is bipolar. He is a little out of control most of the time but in general a good kid. She has no education past high school and even that was a tight squeeze.

Character #2
Name: John*
Age: 49
Bio: Divorced dad of 2 boys, ages 6 and 9. He went through a nasty divorce and has still managed to to raise his kids to be respectful and well behaved. He has a good education and many sucessful careers.

Last week I gave Jane permission to bring her son to work. School ended Wed. and his day care camp didn't start until Monday. She couldn't get a babysitter so I said it was fine. Wed. just before noon we (me, Jane and John) were in the office and the phone rings. Apparently it is the school telling Jane her son has been "suspended." It is the last day of school but she still had to go pick him up. Before she leaves she says to John "How do you get your kids to behave?"

John: Ummmm...what do you mean?
Jane: Your kids are always so quite and nice when they come here, how do you get them to behave...How do you train them like that?
John: How do I train them? Ummm, I, ummm...
Jane: My son is always so rowdy and embarrassing, I mean he makes fart noises and runs around and makes messes. I just don't understand. Am a horrible mom that I can't train my kid to behave well in public.
John: I think my kids just don't want to disappoint me so they behave well.
Jane: Does that mean my son wants to disappoint me? I mean what else could it be. Even his doctors tell me I am not a good mom and that I can't control my kid.
John (and me): ------- (awkward silence)
Jane: I just don't understand why he acts like that, shit he is so embarrassing.

That was really the bulk of the shocking conversation. Admittedly, this doesn't come off quite as shocking because you can't hear her tone when she is saying this, but she really wanted to know the secret to training her kid like I train my dog.

*Names have been withheld to protect the stupid and the unknowing (that I am writing about them).

Is there something in the water?

What the fuck is happening around here lately? It seems like just about everyone in my life is getting pregnant. Today alone I have had 2 people, a friend and my boss, tell me that they are pregnant. On top of that my good friend Shannon is pregnant. I just pray to god my sister doesn't spring something on my this weekend when I see her (although a little niece or nephew would be nice). Are they putting something in the water water these days or is everybody just getting a hell of a lot more action than I am?

Ice Cubes.

I know what you are thinking, how can Ginger right a blog about ice cubes. This is more of a commentary on MY ice cubes. I have a strange phenomena happening in my freezer. First I should clue you all in, I am not one of those novel modern people with a built in ice maker, I still use ice trays. Anyways, every time I make ice, I fill up the trays, put them in the freezer and leave them to freeze their little hearts away. Nothing odd here, I know. Next thing I know, my ice cubes have icicles sticking upwards out of them (are they still icicles when they stick upwards like little peaks?). I'm not talking about about little bumps on my cubes, I am talking about 2 inch icicles sticking straight up out the cubes. I have no idea what is causing this but after I get over the amazement of it, I am a little freaked out about why this is happening. Maybe I should buy a little spy camera and stick it in my freezer?

Possibly the best show on TV...

I am house sitting for a few days which means I get to pretend like I am up to date on the current tv shows on all the channels except the fuzzy ones I get on my tv with my old fashioned rabbit ears (i.e. I get to watch cable tv). Around 11:30pm last night I was channel surfing when I came across a show on Lifetime called "Gay? Straight? or Taken?". This is probably the best show on t.v. for 2 reasons: (1) you get to see some pretty girl get screwed out of the hot guys AND a cool vacation because her gaydar isn't finely tuned and (2) you get to see the look on the guys faces when the stupid girl with the broken gaydar tells the straight, single guy that she thinks he is gay.

The premise of the show is that a girl thinks she is going on a dating show (I am sure she knows up front but whatever...) with 3 available men. In the first few minutes she gets a call on her cell phone from a woman saying "one of them men you are with is my husband, and if you choose him, we get your trip." A few minutes later she gets another call from a man saying 'one of the men you are with is my partner, if you choose him, we get your trip." Then she spends the rest of the show trying to decide which one is the straight, available guy. If she picks him, they get some fancy schmancy vacation. If she thinks either the taken guy or the gay guy is actually the straight single guy, they get her fancy schmancy trip.

Now maybe I am just in amazement of the plethora of t.v. shows on that I never get to see but all I know is that last night the straight single guy wearing the pink polo shirt didn't look too impressed when he got called gay.

I am so pathetic.

Ok, I am at the point in my dating life that my mother and grandmother are now trying to pick up men for me...mind you in ways I tried to pick up guys when I was in high school.

I just got back from dinner with my mom and grandma. The entire meal our waiter was looking at me and smiling at me and flirting with me...and yes, Shannon, I was flirting back. Anyways, I am pretty sure the only reason he was flirting was because I had a low cut dress on and my boobs are huge and therefore he has an excellent cleavage shot from his vantage point but then again, I was the one with the big boobs wearing the low cut dress so I didn't really mind. For those of you who don't know, I like my boobs. The are big but not that big, and well...ok, I will stop talking about my boobs and get back to my number 1 reason for why I need to date more often.

The end of dinner comes and my mom, who always likes to point out to me when waiters flirt with me (which happens on a regular basis for some reason...Maybe because I like to order drinks, appetizers, dinner and dessert and I normally leave a pretty decent tip? Maybe I have just found my target audience...don't you like that I had an entire offshoot inside the ()'s? Anyways...), points out that the waiter was flirting with me. My grandma then proceeds to say "Should I write her number on the receipt?" Seriously, have I got to the point where my mother and grandmother are my wingmen? I need to start dating more, that was truly an embarrassing moment. And no they didn't leave my number because by that point I was too embarrassed that I just had to get out of the restaurant. But he was cute and if I have him as a waiter again I might consider slyly slipping my number into the check.

Decent people still exist.

This morning I thought it would be a good idea (for both my lazy ass and my incredible bored dog) to go for a hike instead of our normal morning walk around Huffaker park. Since this was kind of a spur of the moment idea, I just went up to Galena Park. I actually love going here because it is (a) always cooler than anywhere around Reno (b) there is a pretty clean stream for my dog to swim in and (c) people generally don't care if your dog is off the lease.

So my dog and I are happily running around the forest (ok, the dog is running, I am huffing and puffing my way up the very small hill...somehow I always feel more out of shape in the morning than I do any other time of the day). A little over half way through the hike, my dog, who up until that moment was chasing a mouse or something my human eyes could not detect, stops and sits down it the middle of a batch of bitterbrush bushes. Odd, no yelp, no cry, she just sits down....then all the sudden she tries to stand up and then the yelp comes. I have no idea what I am going to do when I have kids. Generally I handle situations like this very well but I tend to over-react a bit when my dog gets hurt! I run over to my dog, who still won't stand up. Now my dog is the type of dog who is more concerned with playing than with the fact that she hurt herself...I have seen her running around fetching sticks with blood gushing out of her foot while I try to stop her from making it worse so so it concerns me quite a bit that she is just sitting there. My first thought is maybe she got bit by a snake but then I realize that I am pretty sure I am not in rattlesnake territory so then I worry that she broke her foot. I finally succeed in getting her back over to the trail and she immediately sits back down. I look all over for blood or bit marks or broken toe nails or bones sticking out the side of her foot and nothing. Nothing at all.

Then all of the sudden in the distance I hear a little girl say "Mommy, there's a puppy, I want to pet the puppy." Around the corner comes this woman and her little daughter. The second she saw me there with my dog, holding up her hurt paw and me sitting on the ground trying to inspect it, she stopped and asked me if I needed any help. All the little girl wanted to do was pet my dog until the mom said that it was hurt. Then both the mom and daughter (she was probably like 5 years old) asked me if I needed help carrying my dog down to the parking lot. I was so concerned with trying to figure out what was wrong that I just said i think it was a sprain and that we could walk down the hill but the woman just kept asking me. Finally I thanked her and told her I thought my dog would be fine (I had no idea) and her and her daughter left. Sometimes I forget how many decent, caring people there still are in the world; the type of people who will help you change a flat tire, or carry your hurt dog 1/4 mile down a trail. It's nice to know that decent people still exist and that they are teaching their children the same values they exhibit.

I am home now and my dog is happily chewing on a bone I gave her. She is still a little limpy but I think her paw is ok.