Cannibal apocalypse, maybe it’s coming closer.

Tuesday night was a hard night for Gustavo. There were zombies in the air. I guess this is what happens to him at election time.

He’s had a bad week in general. So stressed out one day that he couldn’t look at me, too worried and out of his head even to take a treat. Days like that, I keep him on a long rope for my sanity, even if it doesn’t help his any. He had a hard time practicing on Monday, the day before election day. Last night, we went to Power Paws and had a class. We ended after the polls had closed. I made sure he knew I voted, super early in the morning.

He could tell though, something was up. Otterpop felt great. She was bright and blustery and yelling at everyone. She smelled victory in the air. Some of her heroes, mean ladies with nice names like Meg and Carly, they went down. And she’ll have to put up with Governor Jerry Brown, whose aura smiles and never frowns. Otterpop didn’t care. She kept yelling and running and is looking towards the great state of Kentucky. Where they are letting the cannibals out of the box. Otterpop sees red.

I think this makes her run fast. She can have her views. I didn’t stop on the way up the mountain and get her any coffee, that’s for sure. She ran past more weave pole entrances than she ever had in her life last night. Just blindly blasting past them like a steamroller. I think that’s part of her manifesto. Just mow ’em down.

Gustavo though, all week he sensed it coming and now I know why he’s so scared. He’s been smelling the zombies. He has an idea what’s coming. He regressed this week to old school Gustavo, and last night was pretty bad. We had trouble in class with turns and him freaking out and holding his starts and getting into his poles. Him just bolting out to nowhere a couple times. Nancy Gyes is wise. She’ll help us. And I tried to tell him that our president, he’s not worried about any tea parties setting free the cannibals, leaking across the country until they catch us over here, on the edge of the sea.

But he gets these whiffs. You see him stick his nose up for a second in the air, and sniff. And it smells like flesh. They might be coming for him. So he just runs.