about humom('s driving). With me in the car. In the front seat. She has a seat belt around her [more than ample] waist. My seat belt protects my right rear leg. Wow.Anywoo, humom was a little silly about rainbows on Oahu, but let's face it, that's pretty much what there was to enjoy, so whatever. A decent neon rainbow over the brutalist buildings -- nice contrast. But since we've been back on Maui -- pause for Halleluiah chorus - she's become a menace. We wake up and she springs to the window. Yodels "rainbow!" Well, duhr. Kula to Makawao sweeping over to Maui Meadows -- somewhere there's going to be a rainbow. Every day. Backflips not required.
So we drive into Town, which requires something called a Costco card. Explain to me, please, why the human approach to hills is to ascend/descend in the most circuitous and bumpy manner possible? The intelligent person of the canine persuasion susses out the most convenient and direct route and simply heads up- or down-hill, with a merry view-halloo, or silently if Mallie. None of us would subject her best friend to a nauseating, bone-shaking, serpentine torture ride. Esp. while hanging out the window at [insert # per hour that will not attract MPD] at an angle not in the direction of travel, trying to photograph a rainbow with the music app and cursing the iPhone in several languages. News flash: the iPhone camera does not like rainbows, learn the lesson already.
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