Weekend morning wanderings

Dylan has officially gone evil. From the minute she wakes up whining in the morning to the time she goes to bed whining at night she expresses her displeasure with the state of things in a tone so grating that we routinely debate putting her down for her noon-time nap at 10:30am or moving her 7pm bedtime up to 5pm. She is an order of magnitude worse with me than she is for anyone else, so we have been getting on each other's nerves a lot. She has (slightly) expanded her repertoire of ways to disobey, and will sometimes run through all of them at once when she, I don't know, is possessed by the dark lord or something. She wants to go OUT-TIDE all the time, which helps, so we have been roaming the neighborhood at all hours of the day and night lately.

Yesterday and today (both weekend days, you might note) she got up at 5:30am and 6:00am, so I was left with the task of entertaining the Displeased One and tending to the One Who Needs to Be Walked by myself at that inopportune hour of the day. Alternatively, I could have awoken the One Who is Really Hard to Wake Up and Also is Cranky Upon Being Awakened, but I'll leave that to you to try, dear reader. Both mornings we made our way to the old rail bed that crosses over the Erie Canal and Route 390. It's sort of a narrow, unofficial trail that rarely has anyone else on it, so both of our high maintenance creatures can run free. We throw the ball for Snuffy and it's really nice for a while, and Dylan actually has quite an arm on her. And quite a single-minded focus on retrieving, unlike the dog.

Then one gets hot because he can't exist at temperatures higher than 65 degrees and the other gets tired and needs to be carried but doesn't want to be in the stroller and I corral them both back home. On our way back we cross over the highway on a bridge that has a chain link fence that goes all the way to the ground, so you can see the cars really well. I have always thought the bridge was really cool, and Snuffy does too after a few of his customary anxiety attacks. Dylan enjoyed it today as well, although the canal is not as popular because she thinks it's a big puddle and gets annoyed that we can't go splash our FEET in it.

I don't know where I'm going with this, other than to conclude that she WANTS ME DEAD. Thank you in advance for your condolences.