The main thing to know about BlogPaws wasn’t really the workshops I went to or the speakers I heard. The real story is that Marsha rocked it!
For a dog who’s fate was supposed to be to guard an empty house she handled the conference better than I could have hoped. The first day really was the first day she knew there were so many other people and other critters in the world.
Unlike Graham, who’s reactions to the world are first and foremost ruled by fear and aggression, Marsha’s take on life is one of cautious optimism. She’s unsure at first, about a new person, new dog, or new balloon animal, but on repeat meetings she much more enthusiastic.
I’m an early riser. Even when I’m not coordinating primates I can’t seem to get off the school year schedule. So going to bed near 11 and waking up near 4 wasn’t that much of surprise to me, even on vacation.
The trouble is, the conference isn’t scheduled for insane people like me. Registration begins at 9 am, and the sessions don’t start until noon. So I had a few hours to kill.
The first was slain attempting to get back to sleep and then making coffee.
I had planned to drive from Fresno to Phoenix for BlogPaws 2016 in one day. It’d only be 10 hours! It’d only be 600+ miles! Sure, that would be easy. Then after telling a few people about my plan (OK, telling my mother) I began to think about wisdom of said plan. Then after Palm Springs broke its own temperature record, hitting 122 on Monday, it suddenly didn’t seem like the wisest idea to be driving a 16 year old car through the desert during the hottest part of the day.
So after some hemming and hawing and waiting until practically the last minute, I booked a room at the Red Roof Inn in Palm Desert and high tailed it out of Fresno at 5 pm on Tuesday. I was a bit pressed for time as I had to claim the room by midnight. There was some wiggle room, an hour or so, so it didn’t seem like it would be that much of a challenge… But you know the saying “Life is what happens while you’re busy making other plans.”
Since the Blog Paws conference is coming up in a little more than a month (how in the name of Dog did THAT happen?!) I’ve started seriously making some preparations.
I’ve decided how I’m going: Driving
Since I’m driving I’ve decided which of the S’more Kids is coming….. (drumroll please)
It’s strawberry season! I don’t know if that’s true in the rest of the country (or world for that matter) but here in California the little roadside stands that have stood closed for months are now open to sell their poor-traveling wares to a grateful public. In between work and home I passed by a stand and practically caused an accident as I careened into the little dirt parking lot and skidded to a stop. A few minutes later I was walking back to my car with a half flat of these beauties.