This isn't a post about weird adventures in the animal kingdom. It's a post about theatre. Really.
My son was reading a book called No More Dead Dogs by Gordon Korman. He found it hysterical and insisted I had to read it. Little did he know how much I would like it and why.
This is a story about a middle school football player who sees the light and joins the drama club. The football guy--Wallace--ends up at play rehearsals because he's in detention, and the teacher he's serving time with is directing the play after school. Wallace hates the play and starts volunteering ideas "fixing" it. The cast rebels on the director and starts following Wallace's ideas instead. (Imagine a secular, teen-age version of Best Christmas Pageant Ever.)
In the end, the play is a riotous success/disaster (depending how you look at it), the theatre kids are the heroes, and the football dudes are exposed for their shallowness! It was great! A moment of poetic beauty as Wallace announces to the coach, "I'm quitting the team to go back to the drama club"!!
And then Wallace muses, "I definitely wasn't friendless. I just made the switch to a different kind of friend. While the team had all been pretty much the same type of personality, the drama club provided an unbelievable variety..."
That pretty much nails it. If you want to find out what the dead dogs have to do with it, you'll have to read it yourself -- or convince one of your kids to read it and then take it for yourself once they are in bed.
Now I am heading out to my son's school for a variety show, where I am in charge of a young stage-crew-in-training.