So Cal sledding
While so many are digging themselves out from snowdrifts the likes of which have never been seen, we’re hanging out, like we always are, in the 75 degree weather. Don’t get me wrong, there’s not much to complain about when you can get out and enjoy the outdoors almost 365 days a year, but there are certain things I miss about not having a winter.
Ice skating, for one. My children have learned to improvise with a pair of socks and the hardwood floor. Add a strong Golden with a hardcore tug instinct and voila! You have dogsledding. (Taking it to the next level, there is an Akita group in the area that heads out with scooters and goes urban mushing. I love that!)
I also caught the kids lugging their boogeyboards up to the top of the hill and riding on down, tailed as always by a dog or two. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I guess the dogs were feeling left out of the action, because this morning I found Brody and Kekoa taking part in their favorite Olympic activity, Greco-Roman wrestling. I usually let it go, but they were doing it right at the top of the stairs and I had visions of cruciate surgeries dancing in my head.
So I yelled: “Brody! Knock it off!”
Which had the exact opposite effect than intended: He started up, spun around, and knocked poor Koa right off the top step. Boom, boom, boom, she went, me running over with my hand up to my mouth in horror.
Fortunately Koa is tougher than she looks, and must have been learning from all her observations of the kids goofing off. She twisted her hips under her, leaned into her side, and rode down those steps on her butt like a master of the involuntary luge.
She made it down 7 steps, bounded up to the landing, and I swear if she could have talked she would have yelled “Ta daaaa!”
I like to think my family’s overall lack of major injuries is due to my stellar safety monitoring skills, but I’ll be honest, I’m just really lucky.
And for your Tuesday edification, an oldie but goodie: Involuntary Luge from Scrubs:
