My birthday was last Saturday and even though it was freezing, we braved the cold and hit the beach. It’s kind of a tradition to spend at least part of my birthday at the beach, sometimes the ocean, but more often than not, Lake Michigan. When it’s especially windy and the waves rise high, Lake Michigan almost feels like the Atlantic – almost, but not quite. My east coast relatives would strongly disagree.
I have always had kind of a love/hate relationship with my birthday. It’s not about getting older, but more about feeling stuck and not totally satisfied with where I am in life. 2016 has been a good year so far. Things are moving, albeit slowly, in the right direction. But I’m impatient by nature and the birthday thing (another year passing) makes me even more so. Quite simply, the waves clear my head.
Ruby is not a water dog. She tolerates the beach as long as the water doesn’t touch her paws (she’s got a little OCD going on). Saturday she was especially patient and even sat nicely while I set up the quintessential "dog on beach with crashing waves" shot.
There was another couple with dogs, but otherwise we had the beach to ourselves. In addition to water, Ruby doesn’t always love other dogs. But she seemed surprisingly comfortable with the couple’s husky, an enormous, blue-eyed, fluffy beauty with a definite wolf vibe.
I sat down on a log to get some shots of Ruby and her new friend. While I was fiddling with my camera and trying not to drop it lens first in the sand (I’ve done this and it’s not good), the husky moved behind me. I guess I didn’t notice.
All of a sudden I hear someone yell, “Hugo, NO!” His person starts running towards us, waving his arms frantically in the air. But it was too late. Apparently, I was sitting on HIS log. Nothing breaks up the birthday magic and introspection like being peed on …
Hugo’s person was mortified and kindly offered to cover dry cleaning. But by this time we were pretty much in hysterics. No hard feelings for Hugo or his person. This will surely go down in birthday history as one of the funniest, most bizarre moments ever. I’m pretty sure my daughter has already shared it with her entire school.
If a bird poops on you, it’s considered good luck. I know this because it’s happened to me several times and when it has, people always tell me to play the lottery (which I still haven’t won, by the way). No idea what it means when a dog/wolf pees on you on your birthday. Is it a good sign or a bad sign or just a reminder that life remains unpredictable, strange, and at times, very funny?
Disclaimer: When I repeat this story in the future, I will refer to the wolf along the Atlantic rather than the dog in Chicago because it just sounds way better. J