Semper ubi sub ubi*

So, the dog park membership dude asked me not to bring my treats in a plastic bag to the park, like I mentioned last week. Silly, right? Since we are bringing the treats in a plastic bag which is inside another bag/fanny pack. (Like I'm really going to put my nasty greasy treats in a cloth sack without some barrier in between.) Not such a big deal since we need one for agility class too....

So Luca scrounged up his chalk bag that he used many moons ago for rock climbing. And then he wiped it down. And then I put my bag-o-treats inside.

But the chalk bag has no belt. So at first I was clipping it to my pocket with the carabiner. Then I tried my belt loop. Both options (of course) caused the bag to dangle down to thigh level, well within reach of even a tiny terrier.

The next day I was wearing shorts. Since the shorts had no pockets, I tied a little loop with the draw string and then clipped the carabiner to that. Shortly after (of course) a dog came up and started sniffing around.

It was then that I discovered the evil plot of the man who yelled at me (and the membership guy). For, if a dog were to grab a hold of the treat bag and pull -- while it is precariously attached to my shorts -- no doubt my shorts would go with it. And I would be left pants-less standing in the middle of the park.

Now it all becomes clear.

Those dirty old men.



*Latin for always wear underwear