I don’t know about you, but for me, this whole Daylight Savings shit is for the birds. Apparently a lot of folks are fed up with it too, over 100,000 people have signed a petition addressed to Congress to end this cruel and inhumane tradition. (Feel free to pop over and add your voice.)

I mean, last week we were walking in DAY light, catching a beautiful sunrise and this week, we need to gear up with lights and drag our sorry asses out of bed in the dark.

The dogs don’t care for it either. Usually both dogs pop up and out of bed when I do, but yesterday Sampson didn’t get up and Delilah DID but she went back to bed.

I’m tired because it takes my body time to adjust to the time difference and I think the dogs are tired too. I mean how else can you explain what happened yesterday morning?

First I have to share this. When I walk on a street, I face on-coming traffic. This is something my parents taught me when I was a child.

Is this NOT a thing anymore?

Because the kids I see today are always walking with traffic and news flash! There are way more distracted drivers in this day and age than there were when I was a kid! I mean what if some dip wad isn’t paying attention because they’re twiddle fucking around with their cell phone? You want to see that crazy mother fucker so you can jump the fuck out of the way, right?

Sorry, I digress.

Around my neighborhood you learn where and when to the cross the street. We don’t walk on the same side as THIS house because the freaking dog likes to charge the e-fence and has made me crap my pants and clutch my heart more times than I care to count, and we don’t walk on the side of the street as THAT house because they don’t clean up after their dog and there are disgusting piles of shit that I don’t want the dogs sniffing, never mind walking through.

So Delilah and I were crossing the street to avoid THAT house and I reached for a treat to reward her for paying attention to me.

Now here’s the thing about Delilah and treats. She LOVES them and she’s a Lab and has never really understood the concept of calmly taking a treat. She sees your hand reach for your pocket and she loses her mind and tries to run over to that hand. At some point, she typically wraps the leash around either herself, or me, (or both) or knocks the treat out of my hand. In this case, it was the latter. She knocked the treat out of my hand, and neither one of us saw where it landed.

So she started sniffing around in the road. When you have a dog like Delilah, you know whether she got the treat or not. In this instance, clearly she hadn’t.

Did I mention it was dark? And the feeble light I had on my hat wasn’t making enough light for me to check the road, so I whipped out my phone to access the flashlight feature and started looking about. Of course Delilah was looking too and guess what? Neither one of us could spot the treat.

I raised my flashlight a little higher so I could expand the search area and it was then that I spied it.

It was on her back.

Yeah, apparently when she went for the treat, it flipped over her head and landed on her back.

If I had to choose between treats on my back or a monkey, I’ll take the treat. I suspect I wouldn’t like a monkey on my back.

It’s always the last place you look.

How do you feel about this Daylight Savings thing? I hear at least 8 states are considering doing away with it, but with varying degrees. Some want to do away with the fall turn back, while Rhode Island wants to switch to Atlantic time…

Tomorrow we’re guest blogging on the Jones Natural Chews blog to help Miss Flea out while she battles cancer, so pop on over to give her some love and tell her we sent you. 🙂

DOG knows I’ve had my share of crazy encounters with dogs, off-leash dogs and clueless dog owners. I’m beginning to wonder if it’s an epidemic or maybe I’ve become a magnet for dumb ass dog owners.

It was a week ago this past Sunday. I had given Sampson his afternoon walk, came back and swapped dogs. Delilah and I started out and I could tell right away, she was headed for the woods. Perfect, there’s nothing I like better than a walk in the woods.

The park was in sight when a Jeep came flying up the street and parked in front of the park’s entrance. Delilah and I stopped and I watched for a few seconds and sure enough I heard a dog. I figured it would be best to hang back, let the dog get into the park and then Delilah and I could follow, choosing a different path.

If only real life went the way it does in my head.

The woman climbs out of the Jeep, while the dog explodes out, pulling the woman towards the park. Then the dog sees Delilah and gets super excited. We were a good distance away, so I wasn’t too worried about it, but I thought it might be best if we head away from the park.

We took a right to head around the block and as we began walking up the hill I peeked over to see where the woman and her dog were.

The dog was dragging the woman after us.

I increased my pace. Stopped, turned around and looked. They were gaining on us.

Then I heard a yip. Apparently the woman sat her dog down. Hard.

Maybe, just maybe I could shake them off.

I started jogging. Now here’s the thing about me and jogging…it’s not something I typically do, I don’t really mind it, but my knees. My knees are freaking useless. And when I jog, Delilah thinks for some reason that she needs to jump along beside me. Sort of like Tigger.

So I’m jogging up the hill. Right. You read that right. I didn’t jog DOWN the hill, oh no. THAT would be too easy. No, no, I jogged UP the hill, with Tigger-Delilah jumping along beside me.

And while I’m running, all I can hear in my head, is “Run Forrest, Run.”

Except I can’t. Because my knees just don’t work.  So after a long time of jogging, (about 30 seconds), I had to stop.

I looked behind me again and the woman and dog were still coming!

I started getting pissed off. For real pissed off.  And I’m thinking of all the ways this scene can play out.

• The woman catches up to us, and Delilah goes all Cujo on that dog.
• The woman catches up to us and I go all Cujo on her ass.
• I see one of my neighbors outside, and hand them Delilah’s leash and say,  “Can you hold my dog for a minute?” Then I stomp back to that woman and light her up like a grill in springtime.
• I bring Delilah home, get in my car and drive up to the park and pop that woman in her nose four or five times.

Siriusly, did she just compare me to Cujo?

Is it just me, or do things like this happen to you too?