i have no concept of how this happened, but my sometimes-hermity husband has decided that he wants to walk in a parade tomorrow with maia. our greyhound rescue has gotten a group together, so we’ll be with a bunch of other people and their greys, but the unfortunate part of this scenario is that we have to drag our night-owl butts out of this house by 7.30am tomorrow in order to meet at the line-up in time. holy cats.
i’m assuming it will be fun in the end, but right now i just feel whiny and want to complain about having to get up WAY earlier than we ever get up (seriously, this is like “early flight time” for me) on a holiday so that we can walk in a parade, of all things. it’s funny and it won’t be a big deal, but i’m a whiner sometimes.
my husband has never been in a parade, so he doesn’t really fully grasp the whole “hurry up and wait” scenario that awaits us tomorrow. when i was younger i was in a bunch of parades (first with my parents, for their horse group, and later in high school, with my pom squad. heh.) and so i think the shine is off the apple for me. still, it will be fun to see how maia does in a situation like that (i’m optimistic because she was totally unfazed at the street festival we took her to last weekend), and it will also be nice for her to play with a bunch of greyhounds. after the parade, we’re going back to her foster mama’s house so that all the doggies can play in the yard together. should be a lovely photo op.
and after that? nap! well, actually, after that we’re going to lunch with a friend from VRF, but after that? nap!