So yeah. Didn’t go to the Rally on Saturday. As I was getting dressed to go, I noticed Max having some trouble standing on all fours – his back legs were all wobbly and shaky. His tail was tucked under his butt again and he was acting just strangely enough that it caught my attention. And forced me to think about all the myriad bad things that could happen to him if I left to go off and stand with a bizillion people in DC.
If I were one to think this sort of thing (wink), I’d almost say that Max decided to get wonky just to save me from 20 million people crowded onto the mall in DC for the “Rally to Restore Sanity”. But having looked forward to this for over a month now, I was sad that I had to choose between my dog acting weirdly and going to mill about in the sanity.
I chose the dog. Who, by the way, was fine not 60 minutes after we made the decision to stay our ass home. Which makes me think that other forces were at work. Or, it was just a strange coincidence. (hahahah)
While I would have loved to have been a part of it all, this little introvert would have gotten so overwhelmed by the crowds (just at the damn metro stop, not to mention at the actual event) that it probably wouldn’t have worth it. I was glad to have had a front row seat – on my couch in front of the big screen HDTV and goofing off on twitter with a bunch of others. That’s definitely more my speed.