China starts to shed, I find and vacuum clumps of hair all throughout the house. I brush her out and generate enough dog wool to make sweaters for the whole family, and yet she's still trapped underneath a full wavy coat of sheddy, clumpy fur that looks mangier by the day. You can barely tell where the different dog parts are.
|I think this is actually a cat,|
but same diff...
As I mentioned in my last post, China was shorn this week, so we got a bunch of sloppy snow dumped upon us. It was that heavy, wet, spring snow that hardly even counts as snow as it's just laying piles of slush everywhere.
So yesterday, to escape all that wetness, I decided to hit the university pool(?). Remember I mentioned how uncrowded it typically is? Well, maybe those darn kids read my blog or something, because lately, it's been quite the place to be. I don't mind it since it's not so crowded that there's not enough room for everyone to swim and I rather like not being the only one sputtering along.
Let me be clear, I am not a strong swimmer. In fact, let's just go ahead and categorize me as WEAK. I just figure that I'm paying for that nice pool use, and despite my obvious inabilities, I enjoy it.
So I was there yesterday doing my slow choppy crawl while the others were doing their fancy pants breast-stroke-one-length-flip-turn-and-butterfly-back business when this young stud asks if he can share my lane. Obviously he saw me as the most attractive person in the water. Either that, or I was the first one to have my head out of the water and sputtering long enough for him to ask. But let's go with the former assumption...
I said, "Yeah sure", and I knew right away that he's a much stronger swimmer than I am. First of all, he was wearing a swim cap. What GUY wears a swim cap unless he knows what he's doing? We worked out which sides of the lane we would each take, and I waited for him to go first. Instead of plunging ahead, he consulted his watch and waited for the crucial moment - second major hint that he was going to kick my ass.
Then he finally did take off and I won't say it wasn't motivating.
Nonetheless, I'm hoping we get back to spring soon. It's very white out as I look out the window now. And poor China is here without her coat, but wanting to go for a walk. She is (somewhere around) 16 years old, but still loves her daily beauty walks. And the snow really brings out the puppy in her.
She frolicks around and sticks her face in it and acts like other young pups. She's just a bit slower and uncoordinated, but she's into it. Kinda like me in the pool.