Sleep schedule = irreparably farked
Today was...nuts. We all got up at 7 (which is 6 California time, which is the time zone my sleep schedule is set in, argh) to drive for ninety minutes to a minimum security prison to look at greyhounds.
Yep, definitely stranger than fiction. Probably a run on sentence too.
The prison runs a program where they take in retired racing greyhounds and have the inmates train them basic commands (sit, stay, etc) for eight weeks. The greyhounds are then put up for adoption. Our challenge is that Dad still wants a large male and we have to find one that's good with cats, since Cloudy's been here for fourteen years and has petly dominance. That proved to be freezing cold (the yard was outside and the wind was blowing) and very interesting.
We also hit PetsMart later, since a different adoption agency was having a showing of sorts, and we're going up to Denver tomorrow to meet dogs at the third adoption agency. I squish these together for the purposes of making notes:
Bodie: Prison dog. Looks almost exactly like Clancy - a bit smaller and fawn instead of black accents, but nonetheless. He's a bit shy but a lover once he warms up. Not cat tested.
Homer: Prison dog. White with brindle patches. He's such a lover, but he's small and he "talks" quite a bit. Awesome with cats.
Root Beer: PetsMart dog. Freaking huge. Fawn colored all over. Rambunctious, hard to control, and a bit disinterested in just about everybody after the first ten seconds of contact. Cat friendly.
Bud: PetsMart dog. Smaller, dark brindle all over, absolutely gorgeous. Friendly enough while we were there (he's a leaner and I just melt for leaners), but not cat-friendly and evidently bit a small child. Um. Oops.
Raider's Fortress: Denver dog. Not met him yet. This is his racing name because his domestic name just escapes me at the moment. Beautiful. Untested for cats. Nooooot fixed yet.
So yes, the first half of my day was DOGSDOGSDOGSDOGSDOGS. I can't say it was a bad thing, but I can say I am never wearing a black shirt to a gathering of so many light-colored dogs ever again.
Second half of my day was basketball. The last home game of Air Force's season was this afternoon, and...well. Anyone who has me friended on Twitter probably knows just how that went. It was not pretty, but it ended with a 62-65 loss after some of the worst basketball refereeing calls I've seen since winter break and some of the worst Mountain West refereeing since the Air Force-Navy football game back in October. I haven't seen an entire stadium full of fans get on their feet and scream that hard for that long in quite a while.
I still have that letter to the Mountain West Conference. Wonder why I haven't sent it yet.
After dinner at Carrabba's (which took a while since we were waiting on a cadet and his parents to arrive), I am home and absolutely keyed. I figure it's because Songfest practice is usually 10-midnight, which translates to 11-1 here. I figure I'll stay up until 1 every night so I can keep doing Songfest stuff when I get back to Malibu.
This has been Kia's incredibly boring and tl;dr day. Have a nice night.
Yep, definitely stranger than fiction. Probably a run on sentence too.
The prison runs a program where they take in retired racing greyhounds and have the inmates train them basic commands (sit, stay, etc) for eight weeks. The greyhounds are then put up for adoption. Our challenge is that Dad still wants a large male and we have to find one that's good with cats, since Cloudy's been here for fourteen years and has petly dominance. That proved to be freezing cold (the yard was outside and the wind was blowing) and very interesting.
We also hit PetsMart later, since a different adoption agency was having a showing of sorts, and we're going up to Denver tomorrow to meet dogs at the third adoption agency. I squish these together for the purposes of making notes:
Bodie: Prison dog. Looks almost exactly like Clancy - a bit smaller and fawn instead of black accents, but nonetheless. He's a bit shy but a lover once he warms up. Not cat tested.
Homer: Prison dog. White with brindle patches. He's such a lover, but he's small and he "talks" quite a bit. Awesome with cats.
Root Beer: PetsMart dog. Freaking huge. Fawn colored all over. Rambunctious, hard to control, and a bit disinterested in just about everybody after the first ten seconds of contact. Cat friendly.
Bud: PetsMart dog. Smaller, dark brindle all over, absolutely gorgeous. Friendly enough while we were there (he's a leaner and I just melt for leaners), but not cat-friendly and evidently bit a small child. Um. Oops.
Raider's Fortress: Denver dog. Not met him yet. This is his racing name because his domestic name just escapes me at the moment. Beautiful. Untested for cats. Nooooot fixed yet.
So yes, the first half of my day was DOGSDOGSDOGSDOGSDOGS. I can't say it was a bad thing, but I can say I am never wearing a black shirt to a gathering of so many light-colored dogs ever again.
Second half of my day was basketball. The last home game of Air Force's season was this afternoon, and...well. Anyone who has me friended on Twitter probably knows just how that went. It was not pretty, but it ended with a 62-65 loss after some of the worst basketball refereeing calls I've seen since winter break and some of the worst Mountain West refereeing since the Air Force-Navy football game back in October. I haven't seen an entire stadium full of fans get on their feet and scream that hard for that long in quite a while.
I still have that letter to the Mountain West Conference. Wonder why I haven't sent it yet.
After dinner at Carrabba's (which took a while since we were waiting on a cadet and his parents to arrive), I am home and absolutely keyed. I figure it's because Songfest practice is usually 10-midnight, which translates to 11-1 here. I figure I'll stay up until 1 every night so I can keep doing Songfest stuff when I get back to Malibu.
This has been Kia's incredibly boring and tl;dr day. Have a nice night.