A morning in an empty lot

In the which I throw a rock in the garbage. I had no choice.

It was too gray out this morning to venture very far from the house, so I took the pups up the block to an empty lot to run around for a bit before I went to work. They actually kind of fetched the ball, which of course they never do when we go to the dog park, so they were getting the exercise they needed and I wasn't getting rained on. A pretty good start to the day, everybody happy.

At some point, Dog #2 dashed off after the ball only to flip out over something on the ground I couldn't identify from 100 feet away. I couldn't identify it from 10 feet either. He wouldn't stop barking at whatever it was so I waddled on over best I could, stood over him, and it still took me a minute. I already worry about the brain power of my sweet, adorable Dog #2, but it still surprised me when I realized he was scared of a rock. What appeared to me to be an ordinary, potato sized rock in the middle of the field was somehow a menace to society that Dog #2 determined must be dealt with severely and immediately. And he would accomplish this through intimidation. Which meant lots of barking. Sigh.

So yes, before I went on with my totally glamorous day working as a retail cashier (and on senior discount Tuesday, no less), I got to throw a rock in the trash while my dog barked at it. Because I'm awesome like that.