A Perfect Storm

Thanks for scaring us, Los Angeles!

Carmegeddon: July 16-17, 2011 when the 405 Freeway in Los Angeles was/is closed for a 10 mile stretch to tear down a bridge. Angelinos were warned to stay home, go out of town and drive as little as possible over the weekend. We did so with such gusto that the 405 is scheduled to reopen 17 hours early and Carmegeddon was renamed Carmeheaven because it was the only 2 days in LA history that the freeways were without traffic.

Don't let his good looks fool you!

Maverick: A 1.5 year old Golden Retriever that we rescued on Tuesday.

Pack Leader

The Sonoma Shootout: One of the biggest Lacrosse Recruiting Tournements on the West Coast. A 3 day event, July 15-17 (see where I'm going with this) where Elite High School Boys teams get to play a 7-9 game tournement schedule in front of 70 college Lacrosse Coaches. Several players and coaches from the Los Angeles area went...including Brock.

These 3 events created the perfect storm. A weekend where I couldn't go anywhere, while at home with a new dog, while Brock enjoys 3 days of Lacrosse 6 hours away.

Here is how I spent my time this weekend.

Spent substantial amount of time explaining to Maverick that there are better things to eat than my tennis shoes.

Explaining to Maverick that his poop is not one of them.

Explaining to Maverick that although he has never lived inside, common courtesy is that you still go to the bathroom outside.

Got shin splints from our marathon walks in effort to wear him out.

Explaining to Maverick that I always return from a trip to the bathroom. He is yet to be more than 5 feet away from me. His middle name is "Back Pack".

Explaining to Maverick that there is no need to growl at the dog in the mirror, he is actually a lot like him.

Same goes for the dog he sees in the reflection of his water bowl.

Perfected laying perfectly still in bed as not to let on that I was up, therefore avoiding all the excitement that ensues when word gets out that I'm awake. I am now able to slow my heart rate down to 30 beats a minute while only taking 3 breaths a minute.

In other words, the weekend was perfect.