Leaving On A….


Okay, well maybe not one of THESE jet planes, but you get the idea.

For the next few wonderous, glorious, non-work filled weeks, this Black Dog is outta here!  Lovely, wonderful, beautiful, finally accrued enough friggin’ vacation time is here and I am HIS-TOR-EE.  At least until the end of the month.

So with a major blogger fail – no guest bloggerers  – we can operate on an absence makes the heart grow fonder theory.  And hopefully not the out of sight out of mind theory.  You can follow my West Coast adventures though, on IG, Twitter, and occasionally even Facebook.  I promise to inundate you with wondrous pictures of places you probably wish you could be, eating drool producing magnificent foods, and drinking copious amounts of libations.  Seriously.  Promise.  I’m good like that.

So until we meet again my dear, loyal friends, au revoir, adios, addio, and adeus.  That last one is Gaelic.  Yeah, I’m showing off.  Not really.  It’s Google Translate.  See ya on the flip side!

Elephant Seals2

Enjoy the ride.

Are You Ready For Some Football?!?

Thought I was rabid about World Cup Soccer?  Honeys, you ain’t seen NUTTIN’ yet!


Black Dog will return to regularly scheduled blogging after she finishes screaming at inanimate electronic media devices, pulling the limbs off NY Giants frustration dolls, and cursing enough to be mistaken for a rap star.  Trust me, it’s not pretty.


Enjoy the ride.

Could you be considered a rabid sports fan? For which team(s)?  Do you curse enough during major sporting events to make a sailor blush?  What’s your most creative curse?  No censoring here – let’s have it!

When You Wish Upon A…



As I was sitting on the Boardwalk one day, watching the birds trying not to look like they were begging for crumbs of my chocolate chip Mickey muffin – like THAT would ever happen – I started to wonder.  What’s the one job at Disney World that totally ROCKS?

If you think about it, there’s got to be a bazillion jobs in Mickey World.  Okay, maybe not quite a bazillion, but you know what I mean.  From the cast member picking up litter all the way up to Bob Iger, there is certainly a wide variety of jobs both in Disney World and with the Disney Company itself.  So what do you think would be just a few of the coolest jobs to have?  Well…I’m glad you asked.  I’m going to keep this list short as this could result in actual loud, physical altercations among the most die-hard of Dorks.  We can be pretty fanatical about our beloved Mouse.  In case you haven’t noticed.

WDW Jobs


3. Horticulturist: I include this on my list out of sheer jealousy.  Describing my gardening abilities as having a black thumb is being somewhat generous.  If one could kill an already dead plant, that would be me.  Flowers actually shudder in fear and turn their lovely blossoms away whenever I happen to meander by.  And I swear I’ve even heard some hushed whispers sounding something like, “Quick! Just play dead now, before she thinks she can glue your petals back on.  Again.”

I can actually take a beautifully blossoming plant, completely ignore it, and it will keel over dead.  But Black Dog, you can’t IGNORE a plant!  You have to lovingly nurture it, feed it, water it, talk to it.  Yeah.  When I do that, I kill it.  I’m screwed either way.  That is why I think it would rock to be a flower growerer(?) person.  AT DISNEY.  Have you SEEN the stuff these masters of all things green have come up with?!?  SHEER. FREAKING. AWESOMENESS.

I liked it better when she didn't talk.  But don't tell anyone.

I liked it better when she didn’t talk. But don’t tell anyone.

2. Imagineer: Oh to be one of those artsy, creative types!  Need to create a lion king who exudes magnificence and regalness but can still wrestle around with his kid?  Sure, no problem.  Want to scare the crap out of unsuspecting guests and leave their guts lodged somewhere up in their brain when an elevator drops out from under them, but regular old free-falling isn’t good enough?  We gotcha covered.  Need to make a big tough guy scream like a baby by sitting a ghost next to him?  Easy peasy.  These creators of all things amazeballs are the epitome of thinking outside the box and pushing boundaries.  Not unlike myself.  Hehehe…..


Bet YOU can’t make an owl out of snowflakes!

1. And now, what I think is the COOLEST job of them all—–wait for it……….



Excuse me, I think you may have a monkey on your leg.

Excuse me, I think you may have a monkey on your leg.

Not that I’m a fan of confined critters, but I think Disney does an amazing job at recreating natural habitats, encouraging natural behaviors, and providing top notch veterinary care.  And there’s just SO MANY ANIMALS.  Springboks and hippos and giraffes, oh MY!  I’m thinking even the lousiest day with a giraffe nursing a sore throat is still better than taking first place at the Wine and Dine Half.  Say WHAAAAAATTT?!?!  You did NOT just go there Black Dog?!  Oh yes, YES I DID.

How you doin?

How YOU doin?

Now I know there’s a dupaload of other sweet jobs at Disney that would probably rock your world.  So let’s hear it!  Tell me all about what you think would be your Disney Dream Job.  We can always argue about it later.


Enjoy the ride.

Let’s hear  it!  I want to know what you think the coolest Disney occupation is.  C’mon now, don’t be shy!  Throw it out there, I won’t bite.  My new lions might, but not me.  At least, not as hard as they do.

Sometimes You Just Need a Slap Upside the Head

Not that any of us ever WANT one, we just NEED IT.  Welcome to my day.  Actually my month. And here’s why.

Having never done a tempo run before last week, I wasn’t sure how to go about it.  Thanks to Coach Krissy’s Master Plan of Getting Black Dog to a 2:00 Wine and Dine Half Marathon, I knew I had to get 2 miles done at an 8:43 pace.  Pretty quick for my short, little, dumpy legs, but still doable.  OR SO I THOUGHT.


After my second tempo run ever, all I wanted to do was bang my head against a wall and call it a day.  I’ve never been a fast runner – at least fast by my standards – and this latest mess just reinforced my quickly crashing 2 hour Wine and Dine dream.  And then I saw this.


And did this.


Whenever things look like they’re headed for the toilet bowl, all I need is to see is that furry little face.  She’s had a miserable couple of days, thanks to her pool jumping OCD.  She just can’t control her obsession with jumping in our BFF’s pool. Over and over and over and over and over again.  And over and over and over and over AGAIN.  She does it so much she ends up tearing up the skin on her pads and limps around the house for the next three days.  But given the chance, she’d still be over there jumping.  It’s that whole living in the moment thing that all dogs have.  How can you not appreciate that?

water exit

Whoo hoo!!

So after seeing that face that was so happy to see my sweaty, nasty, worn out body back home again, it put everything back in perspective.  (Yup, there’s my favorite word again). I may not have hit the times I needed to on my run, and who knows if I ever will.  But I’m sure as hell going to keep trying. Over and over and over and over.  Call it my version of pool jumping OCD.  And if I hit it, great!  If not, at least I’m going to try and have fun getting there.  I guess it’s all just part of trusting the process.  And living in the moment.  Maybe the hubby will even give me a biscuit afterwards.

biscuit please

Please. No stupid pet tricks. Save me a shred of dignity.

Enjoy the ride.

Do you ever find yourself “stuck” in your training?  Do you let it bother you or do you keep getting out there and trust the training process?  Is there something you have OCD about?  It’s okay, you’re among friends.