I wish I had something clever, amusing, interesting, and enlightening to share today, but I don't. I'm staving off the grumpies. My oral defense is on Friday and I've been doing nothing but cramming books in my face at a dizzying and potentially dangerous rate of speed. In order to minimize distraction, I've been staying at my professor's house while I dogsit her pooch for a few days, and I have cut all ties with the outside world. Except for a few walks around the block with the doggie, and one run to the grocery store, I haven't left Casa de Studyville since Saturday. I am unbelievably boring.
Actually, though, here's a thought for the day. Back in college I was on the rowing team and on long road trips my teammates and I would go to stupid lengths to entertain ourselves. One game was a perennial favorite: Name That Disgusting Yogurt Flavor Combination. We'd cackle and gag with glee, throwing out vomitacious ideas like "maple syrup and pickle," or "black olive and peanut butter." Each game would get progressively more disgusting until finally somebody would just shout "poop!" and it'd be over. Cause really, what's more disgusting than poop-flavored yogurt.
Well the marvelous dog I'm babysitting this week is sort of like that game. You know mutts fall in generally predictable categories: shitszu/maltese mix, poodle/lab mix, etc. This dog, however, is a mix between a greyhound and a border collie. I don't know how many of you are dog people, but those of you who are, pick yourself up from that dead faint on the floor. No, I don't know how it happened, but wow. This combination is amazing. Border collies are working dogs, one of the most active, intelligent, active, and did I mention ACTIVE dogs in the world, never content unless they're herding or working or DOING something, while greyhounds are... well. Highstrung and very very fast? I don't know how else to describe them, except perhaps "deadly to furry rabbits." Poor puppy. Her life as a suburban housedog must be profoundly unsatisfying. Don't get me wrong; she's cute and affectionate, and all that is good about dogs, especially when she remembers to take her anti-anxiety medication, but man. All I want to do is take her out to a huge field of sheep (hold the rabbits) and let her run and run and work and work.
So here's your task of the day. Either A) give me a yogurt flavor combination that will make everybody who reads it spontaneously throw up in their mouths, or B) tell me another fantastic mutt combo. I'm suddenly intrigued.