A Stolen Waggle

Turns out I am not, or at least I wasn't the only one, the inventor of the word Waggle. I was walking through the Target the other day, in the dog toy aisle, and this toy was named after the very motion that I had described in my previous posts. And on top of that it was a toy that my dog does indeed play with. So yes, the toy is called the Waggle, but does it Waggle.

That evening when I got home I decided that, unfortunately for my puppy, we would play with the Waggle for purposes of a motion study. He wasn't terribly upset but he did try to introduce a bird into play a few times. But  the study confirmed it, the Waggle is a definitive motion, named by me or not, something that waggles is something that waggles.

And yes, that last sentence is a bit off, actually many things about this situation are. Because dog toy makers have invented a toy that moves much like the bust of a human my poor dog things anything that waggles is fair game. I'm fighting for the right to waggle here folks and I'm going to be defeated by a puppy with a strange notion of motion.

Deer Make Me Sad

You've seen the movie Bambie, yes? It's not a particularly uplifting film unless you think dead mothers and absent fathers are hella awesome. Lately the deer have been bringing me down in real life. They're everywhere trying to make me wreck my car, they make the sides of the roads foul when I am running and apparently they're pooping all over the back yard.

Partly this problema comes about because of the time of year- hunting season. The poor dears are scared that some stupid hunter is going to shoot them and not eat them (tis a cryin' shame to not eat the venison) so they dash wildly about in front of cars--during the day no less. I have yet to get one (and in writing this I am jinxing myself) but not for their lack of trying.

You should have seen it the other day. I walked downstairs to see Hope running through the backyard screaming like a wacko. Apparently, since my dog died in September, it is Hope's job to chase the deer out of the yard. Yeah, it seems weird but Hope is about the same weight as the dog. She moves quicker then he did at the end so they freak and flee.

Poor deer, being chased by teenagers and gun toting rednecks, it's no excuse to commit suicide under my tires.