That really seems like a poorly managed track, zuisa, that they'd even allow people to stop in the middle, or let people go when there's stoppage. Just seems stupid, frustrating and dangerous.

Yikes.

Darby has to be coaxed down the stairs to begin with (I think they once looked at her funny) so one at a time is not an option. Plus, if I let her rush down on her own, that means someone else on the stairs gets surprised by unaccompanied dog heading toward them. That seems sub-optimal.

They don't allow stopping, but if you do stop there's really no way to know. It's been there since the 70s and I don't think updated too much. It's also absolutely in the middle of nowhere (we left Boston at 7:00 AM) and didn't get there until 11:45, and... yeah.

Feel compelled to share some of my dreams: I was living in a house of royalty in China (I know I know). The palace was some sort of Mecca for tourists and the roamed around freely inmost areas. The royalty was hated by the government and one night forces stormed the palace. We all struggled to get the tourists out so we could better secure the building and hide the heirs, ofwhich I was one!?!?!? Therewas a bit about chewing up truffle broth and then spitting it into a bowl for the king/emperor also.

There was also a dream where I was competeing in some sort ofphysical competition with all these kids and I was passing myself off as a 20 somethings. We were on teams at first and then were thrown into one massive race against everyone. The course went through terrian, buildings, and obstacle courses.

In otherwords, crazy.

There was also a dream where I was competeing in some sort ofphysical competition with all these kids and I was passing myself off as a 20 somethings. We were on teams at first and then were thrown into one massive race against everyone. The course went through terrian, buildings, and obstacle courses.

You were training for The Hunger Games!

It was very Hunger games feeling. Not the team training part, but the real thing started kinda without warning and anyone who had been a trainer or non-participant was just gone. It was freaky.

Greys are not fluent in stairs. It took Daisy weeks to figure out how to go down them.

I'm actually happy if she follows me up and down them.

(Of course, the only real command she knows and responds to all the time is "Your bed." to indicate that, no, she can't go up on our bed right then. Really, if I can get her to master "off" to mean "no countersurfing, dumbass", I figure we're set.)

Darb's most reliable command is "hold it" which basically stops her in her tracks. Between that and leave it we can muddle through most situations.

Ooh, we need to teach "hold it." That would be a handy command.

So I feel the need to share: We shop at the Columbia outlet near my parents' house and I have this favorite pair of shorts that I keep buying. So this summer I packed a couple of the identical shorts. And all summer I kept thinking, man my weight is really fluctuating. I dunno if it's bloating or what.

Turns out the shorts are different sizes and I've been freaking out all summer for nothing! I just noticed today!

Fingers crossed and it's nothing-ma for you Lisah!