Traildogs

As those of you who know me already know, I have been unemployed for a few months and have been leisurely enjoying my extended summer. One of the places I've spend a good deal of my outdoorsy time is the MKT and Katy Trails. The MKT connects Columbia to the Katy Trail like so:

The MKT has two separate parallel lanes 300 yards apart but not really.

I want to say that the name 'Katy' is adapted from KT, which stood for Kansas-Texas being the intended start/stop points of the trail. However, I am not a historian in anything besides rap and video games, so I very well could be completely wrong. Anyways, here's a shot of the trail taken while riding on my bike:

 

Pretty pretty.

I found out something terrifying shortly after getting on my bike. I was not alone! You should be able to predict who was with me by now. The blog is about dogs, not people. So how did I transport the two little ones? I was gifted a bike trailer by a friend who was moving and couldn't take it with him. It works extremely well, here's an action shot:

 

 Spotted ear spotted.

It was merely a trial run, so I only went to Finger Lakes which is probably under five miles on the MKT. The ride may have been a tad bumpy, but the dogs loved it! Just look at this face. The joy is derping out of him.

 

Derppity.

And so we arrived. It was a nice and slow ride on a beautiful day,  a worthwhile excursion for sure. Sir agrees.

 How can I herp you today?

I tried to set up a blanket and some water for them, but they were beyond disinterested. The dogs really just walked around the bench in a 50 yard radius trying to pee on and smell every damn thing. 

 Smiling because Pete did all that for nothing.

And of course I brought my own items of leisure to pass the time while the dogs satisfied their primal instincts. Beer, books, bench, beautiful day. The four B's. I don't think I'll ever use that particular idiom again.

Never carry glass on the trail!

There was a couple across the way with what looked like an Australian shepard running his face off. One of the nice things about small dogs is that you don't need a big area for them to be thoroughly satisfied roaming. Here's a shot of my view/seat:

 

Lovely.

Well that's about it. I think Teresa and I will take the dogs on a camping trip sometime in the future. Probably not soon since it's going to be getting colder faster sooner (isn't that a Daft Punk song?). Maybe next summer. Sorry guys, you'll have to wait in anticipation like this guy: 

This is what staring at god would look like.

because the trip is not as close as this guy:

 My tongue is a magic carpet that will take you to worlds of slobbery bliss.

Until next time!

All about Sir

Sir had a rough time for the last two weeks. He pooped some blood, then some more blood, then had some diarrhea (a difficult to spell version of mudbutt), got tired, and slept a bunch. So we took him to the vet and they weren't sure, but we got a cocktail of medicines for him. One of em looked and smelled like peanut butter but said "Chicken Flavor" on it. Why does it matter that it's "chicken" flavor? If I were (still) an advisor for a major pet pharmaceutical company, I'd say cut the bullshit and just write "flavored" because who cares, your dog will probably eat it if Sir does. Sir is as picky as they get. And he's gotten better! Besides the gross tasting liquid that I squirted under his tongue, he took it all quite well. That liquid was called metacam, helps with dog pain, and stops readers from thinking about how awful what I just said sounds.

Well. That's that. He's also been weight lifting recently..... in his SLEEP!

He was slowly and rhythmatically pushing the comforter up with his front paws. Sir weighs about four pounds which is around 1.81436948 kg, give or take 0.00000594. So if he's lifting 8 oz. of deadweight, then he's lifting 1/8 of his bodyweight, which would be like me lifting a whole 20 pounds! Okay, so it's not that impressive. He's a small dog, not an ant. And he's way more fun to cuddle with than ants, too.

I mean, just look at this little guy. How can you stare into those questionably proportioned eyes and not melt?

There is a treat on top of the camera.

It's also been getting chilly here at night and sometimes during the day, so Sir has accordingly decided to grow to triple human size and wear one of my favorite sweatervests.

"'I'm going to pee on EVERYTHING!!!"

He's started eating more since then, too. Okay, enough bad jokes and pictures of dogs. Actually, here's one more bad joke in the form of a picture of a dog. A dog named Sir.

 

 "The drug's dangerous," she said, "but it gives insight."