Run #1378 Um, What Could Go Wrong!

Pied Piper loves having a fall guy around and if one is good how much better is it to have two! PP got himself a pair of the falliest he’ll ever find, Bitches Bitch and Lois Lame who he sent off to scout him a trail while he laid back sucking down pints and chomping on bon-bons. All the master hare did was give them a start and tell them to give him a trail! The start was in Sausalito in the parking lot by the Discovery Museum but wait the minions found a better location right at the water’s edge so that’s where the pack gathered. Um, well, Cream Chugger and The King’s Bitch went to the start of last week’s trail and finding no one there rang Tongueless who pointed out that the pack was in Sausalito not GGPark. While CC and TKB put the pedal to the metal to get to the start the rest of the pack was putting their lips to pints of Lagunitas Little Sumpin’ Sumpin’ and enjoying the view. Even Fred departed the East Bay to come and play with the Gypsies. As if one visitor wasn’t enough Silicone ValleyH3 sent Got Wood to show off his hashing and drinking skills, considerable. It was clear that this was going to be a shiggie trail from the triumvirate who laid it and so dogs were there for a sniff fest of their own. Drill Me brought Just Kona and Just Zorro. JZ is a wild man who leapt from her car and shot right over to give aa butt sniff to Tongue Depressor and Qaeda Cunt. TD let JZ know just how rude he was and Drill Me grabbed his leash to save him from an #MeToo moment. Blowing Zydeco and Early To Bed had Just Francis and Just GG who were considerably more sedate. Got Wood provided the pack with an uplifting sermon from the Male Missal that even had Lois Lame telling him he wasn’t proclaiming loud enough. She pointed out that 5150 could give him something more than his words to eat! Pied Piper provided the pack with a chalktalk warning the them that in true PP fashion if they left trail they would be in head high Poison Oak. He also suggested that they not fall since it was long way down and looking up the pack could see that was true. Our hares eschewed an eagle/turkey split as being unnecessary but they did say that walkers would find a trail that was dog friendlier than the main trail. Trail took the pack down Marina Rd and back up Satterlee Rd. past Battery Yates. When trail took off into the woods King Rongjon felt the siren call of the Presidio Yacht Club and it’s beer calling him home so he strolled on over. Eventually trail crossed East Rd. and climbed along Drown Rd. Tail. As trail approached Alexander Ave. the true trail climbed high to the ridgeline and the walkers’ trail followed the Chapel Steps Trail. 5150 was doing his Lindsey Vonn impression wielding his ski-cum walking poles but he just doesn’t have the grace that On All 4’s exhibits. True trail climbed high onto the ridge with even Who’s Your Daddy walking, although he’ll never admit it. Trail eventually turned down before crossing 101 over the Robin Williams Tunnel and wandered down to bring the pack and walkers back together except of course for Hand Pump. OA4s was tracking Cuming Mutha’s decent on her phone and was happy when he actually arrived intact so she could slug down some Skippy Goes Naked from the Sacred Bucket and let CM handle the CHP. PP put the Sacred Grill to work on hot dogs and buns while the pack watched HP’s headlamp twinkling high above them. Oddly enough HP was wearing suicide shoes that didn’t give him much traction for the steep and slippery descent. Bitches Bitch was sweeping and praying he wouldn’t be dragged to his death if HP fell. Suddenly PO didn’t seem so bad. Lois Lame, all heart, worked her way up to them to hand off a growler from the Bucket so at least they could die happy! Covering all bets she also hid some hot dogs and buns so they could eat if they lived. Dead Beat doffed his *unning gear in favor of a sport coat and slacks and headed over to the bar at Cavallo Point so he could comb his grey hair and Jeffery Epstein the younger set. When Dr. Kimble suggested that Tongueless’ Penis might have to climb up and carry our wayward duo down TP made sure he was ready by emptying the Bucket down his throat. Fit In was puffed with pride at having mixed the magic Bucket with its saving power. Happily HP and BB arrived intact to thunderous applause and freshly cooked hot dogs and veggie burgers. While the pack stuffed their faces and T downed as much of the chocolate PP brought the King was saved from having to *un the Circle. No one noticed. Cheers.