Dawg HH

I am lucky enough to be a member of the greatest and best running group ever. It's called Winter Park Dawgs. Ever heard of it? Maybe you've seen one of the "A" group dashing past you at a stop sign near Park Ave? Or maybe you caught me trying to catch up back in the day I could actually run :-)

This group came about due to the compelling personality of our fearless leader, OAD, (Old Anal Dawg,aka John Corbett). He transplanted here from Atlanta several years ago and, being a superb athlete who loves to socialize, slowly began to accumulate fellow athletes who love people.

Of course, it couldn't be that simple or that boring. To join this group, one must first "declare." In other words, bark real loud and shout, "I wanna be a dawg!" After gaining wannbe status, you have to earn Dawg points. 6 in all (I think...?)

THEN, OAD names you. :-) It's all very exciting as the weeks go by and you wonder just what puppy name he will associate with you. There's all sorts. There's OAD himself (an appropriate name if ever there was one.) Mrs. OAD. (We all agree he could've done better with this one :-) Sharon could be called Lucky or Patience depending on the day! heehee), Dear Footy, who makes little foot noises as he runs by you, Freckles who has the most adorable freckles and bright white smile, Stick man, who's tall and lean like a stick man. Crash--he used to be with ATC, and his wife Strutter--she race walks. Gabby, a non-stop motor mouth. Stork--she thinks she got her name cause she has long legs, which she does, but she also has a boat load of kids. hmmm.

There's Yogi. (That's Babette :-))

I thought I might get Booboo.

I got the best name ever and OAd did give me the story behind it once. My name came about due to intangibles in my estimation. (In other words, I wasn't sure why I was so lucky, but I liked it! I understand a certain dawg lobbied for my name once, and she got Froggy instead heehee)

I'm BUNNY! yay!

On Thursdays, after a morning's long run and an afternoon rehashing said run at Einstein's, OAD and much of our pack meet at Outback's for happy hour to bond over beers and, later, tacos at Tijuana Flats. This Thursday was no exception. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to attend--or so I thought. Freckles sent me the following picture. You can see her winning smile and that's my OAD peeking out from behind her. As Freckles put it, I am smack dab in the center of attention!