Good morning and welcome to Summit Up, the world’s only daily column wishing it had the energy of a two-year-old dog.We had the undeniable pleasure of witnessing the DogTerra competition in Breckenridge on Sunday, and boy do those pooches have some get-up-and-go.It didn’t matter what size, what breed or what age, these dogs were rolling around with each other, running after tennis balls and Frisbees, and pouncing into their owners’ laps.
We got to thinking that it would be darn nice if instead of waking up to our finger uncontrollably gravitating toward the snooze button, we emerged from a night’s sleep anxious to get outside so we could run around batting at imaginary bugs and chasing neighborhood cats.Our post-lunch Chai tea now necessary to get us through the afternoon would be replaced by a jaunt around the Reservoir and a tasty rawhide bone.While we were dreaming of a Summit Up Land dog’s life, our mind continued to wander … wouldn’t also be nice to have someone to feed us and take us for walks all the time? Well, that will probably happen whether we like it or not when we’re older, so we’ll just leave that alone for now.Our mind slipped further into the realm of pointless musings … the energy would be nice, but we’re pretty sure we wouldn’t want the bladder of a two-year-old dog. We can’t imagine relieving ourselves all over the Corporate Suites would fare too well during our next review.
OK, enough. The drool and dog breath wouldn’t be worth it, or do anything for our love life for that matter. We’ll just keep hitting the snooze button.***Since we’re on the topic of dogs, we though we’d share this stinky story sent in from a loyal reader:
“We have a beautiful 16-year-old Chesapeake Bay Retriever named Ruby. Well, last Saturday we took her to the local dog wash there in Frisco. We scrubbed, fluffed and puffed her for about an hour-and-a-half. She was absolutely gorgeous when we finished. Upon leaving the dog wash, I suggested to my husband that he allow her to walk around a bit to relieve herself. In his infinite wisdom, he said she was fine and didn’t want her getting dirty. He proceeded to load her up in the back of my Explorer and we didn’t get a block when, yep you guessed it, she let loose – on the back of seats, sides, windows, etc. Needless to say we pulled over immediately, that wonderful man I call my husband got Ruby out and he got to walk her to the car wash, while I proceeded ahead with my head hanging out the window, so we could do a little early spring cleaning on my car.”Tempting nature is not such a good idea …***It’s Monday, and we’re out sunbathing on our roof. Send us an e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org, or call us at 668-3998, ext. 13600 with tales of your own.
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