12.12.10

morning run:
Alice
Lucy
Ginger
George
Ernie
Ziggy
Monkey
Molly
(8)

Ziggy eight. I tried to quiet him with the hose before we left, but as infuriating as his incessant whining is, having insufficient water pressure to even moisten him in our own yard is that much more so; in the end it just leaves me wet and angry and he doesn't seem to notice either. Once we finally left he was an angel. Ernie started out on the leash, which is a good idea: he is a porky little missile, hell-bent on chaos when we're fresh out of the gate. Once we get going he settles down, much like Rufus. This was probably around 9k again, via southern trails, and everyone did well. George got the lion's share of the water, but he did keep up. The sisters did less screwing around than usual, and everyone listened well when I said anything, which was rare. No flamingos now in the charcos, but lots of egrets and other large-ish water fowl. We saw no people whatsoever. The monte is really starting to dry out now, but the land bridge is STILL under a foot or two of water in most places.
GRADE: A