Geriatric Pets and A String Bean

I must admit – last night I logged 4 hours and 9 mins of sleep (bringing my weekly average right around 5 hrs/night – I need to work on this). 

Our 16 year old Pekingese, who struggles with directional awareness, a semi-functional central nervous system, and intractable bowels (this means he just kind of craps while he’s walking without knowledge or care of where he is or that something is coming out) found it necessary to have an episode around 4 AM. 

Coupled with his disabilities listed above, Dojo (that’s his name) also “suffers” from uncontrollable separation anxiety (a learned habit I blame my M for), and incurable, unrelenting stubbornness.  

This little (soon to be) angel dog was the conduit to a conscious and subconscious game of “Who is going to take this geriatric furball down the stairs through the house… garage… outside? waged by the M and YHC.

It was 4:12 AM.  She attacked first with an escalating voice.. “Dojo… knock it off… lay down…”  She repeated until she found the volume that woke me up. 

I started fake snoring – low and subtle.  My mind raced with thoughts like, “Act dead don’t move… Act dead don’t move… Act dead don’t move,” speaking to myself of course (not the dog).

She countered with a more physical attack adding rapid movements (pulling the covers and shaking the bed) to her already loud voice.  

“[Bad word]… [Bad word]… [Bad word]…” just lots of bad words started to fly quickly and randomly through my brain.  “I can wait this out another couple minutes… she will break,” I thought.  “She will break,” I repeated. More bad words.    

I cracked one of my eyes only to see the M in a self-induced trance… she was not budging. Sure, she made her noises and she did make some gesticulations, but homegirl was planted firmly in that bed and was not moving (you could just tell)..

Well, needless to say, YHC broke and ended up taking Canine Methuselah outside at like 415 taking the L.

Here’s the kicker though… this little punk didn’t pee or poo… he walked around the yard, aimlessly wandered back in, and drank some water.

Did I go back to bed – nope… was I a little irritated – yep… 

So, my leadership probably could’ve been better this AM… my contribution to the mumblechatter was insignificant and we didn’t even get to MARY bc the WEINKE got modified more than a few times… but, we made it. 

Oh.. and STRING BEAN whipped my ass on two SPRINTS (good thing YHC doesn’t dwell on such matters #Finenemy) bringing the grand total to 3 Ls before 615. 

THE THANG

042321 – F3 –  West Side Story 
Intro + Disclaimer + Pledge

Warm-up
10 x SSH (IC)
20 x Arm Circle (10 each way)
10 x Michael Phelps (IC)
10 x butt kickers (IC)
10 x high knees

Indian Run Parking Lot

20 x Plank Jack (IC)
20 x squats (OMD)
20 x Lunge (OYO)

[Mosey to the drive under]

5 x merkins (ic)
30 sec plank hold
5 x wide merkis (ic)
30 sec plank hold
5 x Chuck Norris merkins (ic)
30 sec plank hold

Partner UP

DORA 
Partner A
50 squat jumps/50 ball rows
100 merkins/100 ball squat thrusts
150 squat jacks/150 ball slams

Partner B
Runs around to pole and back (around 200y)

MOSEY TO PARKING LOT

25y sprint – 75 EZ
50y sprint- 50 EZ
75y sprint -25 EZ
100y sprint 

COUNT-NAMES
PRAYERS

• Bench’s Mom
• Ratchet
• Deep Dish’s Dad
• Deep Dish’s Dad

 

ANNOUNCEMENT

• Convergence – May 8