Being Bobbi Sucks Right Now--January 4

New Years Eve should have been a hint that 2009 was not going to be "my good year". Of course, I have never been so presumptuous to have even a "my good week" or "my good month"...I stick with a "my good day" like when the sophomores are on a field trip or it's senior skip day...which they should have more of. So far 2009 has been a tad disappointing. I'll just highlight today.

It's Sunday and Cris (cousin) may come back tonight, so I thought I'd clean. Hey the best thing that sucks in my life is my new pink Dyson! So I cleaned and decided to snowshoe at Woods Creek where I usually run.

I packed my stuff to take to the car, gathered Berkeley's leash, and walked to the car. I called Darla to tell her where I'd be, then the phone died. I couldn't get to Woods Creek because so much snow was on the 25 road. So I manuevered my new car around and came back down. I started up the 23 road, thinking I could snowshoe on the Valley Trail, but there was a lot of snow and debris and then wondered where I'd park up there and no one would know I was there, so I aborted that mission and went to the school to run down Silverbrook Road and then work out.

I got to the school and let Berkeley out while I changed from my hiking boots to running shoes. I kept calling him and all the sudden he shot across the road after a deer. The deer was stuck or tangled on the side hill (steep) and Berkeley caught it...I took off after him and when I left the asphalt of the road to the ditch, I was up to my hips in snow. The deer managed to run toward Berkekey and he grabbed it again by the back leg. At first I worried he'd rip its leg off but then remembered his broken jaw and six missing teeth (and if he was the "fittest" animal in the fray, that did not say much for the deer). I got him away after wading in the snow but then the deer took off across the ICY street, and there went Berkeley, so I followed, nearly biffing it on the asphalt. Thought racing through my mind: Is Tod home and will he come help me?; Am I liable if my dog kills a deer?; Will Tod come put the deer, Berkeley and me out of our misery? By the time I caught up with them again, Berkeley had the deer's leg in his mouth and was gumming it. I got him away and the deer walked off; no blood, no limp, hopefully no problems. I'll recite the prayer of St. Francis. It has nothing to do with animals, but he's their patron saint and I need to remember to be more forgiving.

I decided to abort the run and just go home. On the way home Berkeley threw up all over the back of my car; yes, I had a blanket down, but of course he had scuffed it up so some is on the carpet. I got it out and wiped up as best I could, now it looks like my car vomitted dog kibble out its dual exhausts. It's all over the snow; the neighbors are going to wonder when they go unwedge their cars from the parking area.

Now I just checked the weather. Another storm warning: high winds; eight more inches of snow; and rain...whoo-hoo.