PHHH #1079.9

Date: February 5, 2006

Weather: yep

Place: That G spot I keep hearing about

Time: :47

Hare: Pyro

Hounds: Wacko, Hey YO! Paully, Speed Bumps, Hand Solo, Wheepi, Bjorn Dork, KK, DP, Cvc, Caroline, 
        Oliverthewonderdog

Virgin:  Heleen

Seen at the On In:  Frank the Mountainbiker


Well, well, well,

My rest day paid off.  Today will be entitled "crisis management training".  The Hypeless Hardcore 
Lameass Hash looms ahead, today's warmup should have tested mental and emotional skills.  Should 
have.

Oh well... regardless of the boooooring territory (Geezer said that, not me) ankle sucking swamp 
goop abounded.  The legendary Wacko led off, yelling into his inoperative cellphone.  I'm not sure 
it's really voice activated.  HYP brought sushi and raw veggies.  KK, the hapless would-be hare, 
wore shorts; silly human, you'd never catch me heading into the Great Bear Swamp with no fur.  

Luckily, Pyro let me skip the first log across the creek.  I hear there was much debate on how to 
get across.  How many hashers will a log hold, anyway?  

Soon came the first real test in crisis management; I convinced Bumps to carry me over the nose-
rending thorns (thigh-rending for you sapiens).  Next came the slippery logs.  OK, I'm not a 
labrador, I swim better than Pyro, but that's not saying much.  Thank goodness for Woipee, that 
hunk of burning sexy hasher... he found a better way across the fluorescent water.  Still had to 
cross the logs... good thing I don't have balls, or I'd have no balls.  Am I a soprano yet?  

A little good shiggy later, Paully ran off with a bag of flour, and there were cheddar goldfish, 
peanut butter Oreos, salsa, and beer.

Frank the mountainbiker joined us in down-downs to Heleen and the Hare.

on woof!
Your beloved dog,
Oliver