A perfect ten

After watching some of the Olympics last night, which are somehow fascinating to most people yet barely entertaining for me (is there something wrong with me?), Kerriann took me and Ripley to the Tasi 17 pool.  We broke about half of the rules posted on the wall as we were there after 9 PM, I had a glass container poolside, and Ripley did a lot of running.

Unlike the Olympics, watching my family at the pool was the best entertainment I've had since arriving in Guam.  K swam laps and Ripley ran them around the pool, consistently counterclockwise.  I think she was genuinely afraid for Kerriann and was trying to figure out how to save her from the water.  Every time K reached a wall, Ripley was waiting for her.  Those times K did a kickturn instead of surfacing, Ripley would bark, get even more anxious, and head back to the other side.

The final broken rule occurred when the preoccupied pooch moved a little too fast and slipped into the pool, completely by accident.  K had to boost her out of the deep end.  I almost fell off my chair.

Ripley's first rude awakening

When it rains on Guam, there's not really any warning - or build up.  The sky just opens up and it pours.  You're soaked through in just a few moments, so there's really no reason to bother running for shelter.  You won't be any drier once you reach it than if you had just walked casually, but you will be hotter from exerting yourself in the heat.  

My dog is not aware enough to realize this, however, and she hates the rain.  So this morning when she was dry one moment and getting drenched the next, her brain sort of short circuited.  I can't remember the last time I laughed as hard as I did watching her try to shake, run, and look back at me all at the same time trying to figure out why I wasn't moving faster.  

Ripley, the moral of the story is be less picky about where you do your doggie business so you can stay close to the car.