I'm not sure I've ever lost this much of my voice before. It's about 75% gone; has been since yesterday evening. The 25% that remains is firmly in tenor-land. I should hire myself out to a choir that needs a quarter of a tenor, and perhaps that is doing a piece which calls for hacking coughs at irregular intervals.
Nevertheless, I actually don't feel that bad, so I went down to Franklin today to see part of a dog agility competition. One of my co-workers was competing, it was free, and it sounded nifty, so off I went. I didn't see the co-worker, but it was pretty cool anyway. Some of those dogs looked like they were having a blast; there was a definite air of "Ooooh, I get to RUN! And JUMP! WOOO!" from some of them, particularly those who went through the obstacles more times than they actually had to. Heh. (You could totally see the thought process there. Dog: "Oooh, ooh, a tunnel! I know this one! Yay!" Handler: "No, stop, you already--argh.")
Of course, there were some, particularly the bigger dogs, who were sort of like, "I am le tired. Enough of this," particularly on the second half of those slalom-like poles. There was a fair amount of "I'm just going to go around this jump rather than over it, thanks. No, really. *flop*."
It looked like the border collies dominated everything, to the point where I wondered if it might not be fairer to give them their own class and let some of the other breeds have a fighting chance. Although some of the labs and Shelties did quite well too.
People were selling stuff, of course, and I got the best dog toy ever. Sammie has an unholy love of fetching tennis balls. I truly hate dog slobber. This is perfect.
Nevertheless, I actually don't feel that bad, so I went down to Franklin today to see part of a dog agility competition. One of my co-workers was competing, it was free, and it sounded nifty, so off I went. I didn't see the co-worker, but it was pretty cool anyway. Some of those dogs looked like they were having a blast; there was a definite air of "Ooooh, I get to RUN! And JUMP! WOOO!" from some of them, particularly those who went through the obstacles more times than they actually had to. Heh. (You could totally see the thought process there. Dog: "Oooh, ooh, a tunnel! I know this one! Yay!" Handler: "No, stop, you already--argh.")
Of course, there were some, particularly the bigger dogs, who were sort of like, "I am le tired. Enough of this," particularly on the second half of those slalom-like poles. There was a fair amount of "I'm just going to go around this jump rather than over it, thanks. No, really. *flop*."
It looked like the border collies dominated everything, to the point where I wondered if it might not be fairer to give them their own class and let some of the other breeds have a fighting chance. Although some of the labs and Shelties did quite well too.
People were selling stuff, of course, and I got the best dog toy ever. Sammie has an unholy love of fetching tennis balls. I truly hate dog slobber. This is perfect.
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