Masher!

Here is the story of spinner or masher-it is short. Bobbi was the closest. I was explaining to hubby that my biking partner made reference to that once I get used to my bike I will change gears more efficiently (I must not have been), and that "you use a really high gear". Hubby said well you must be a "masher". A what? He explains there are two types of riders spinners and mashers, those who spin fast and do LOTS of rotations are spinners. Then there are those who like to do less rotations but still go fast with harder pedaling.
Yep that was it, I am officially a masher.
By the way 20 miles Friday night, and a great reason to order some WARM clothes from Athleta.

Really?

Did you ever see a toddler in high chair take their cup, or bowl,or toy and drop it? Just for the fun of it? Then cry because they need someone to get it?
Did you know dogs do the same darn thing?

It is called a kong, and it is rubbery, bouncy, curvy hours of fun. Especially when one Luna May drops it (on purpose I know) on the wood floor, RIGHT next to furniture, and then it rolls under said furniture.

This game is delightful to a dog. Can't see it, can't reach, but it IS there. Scratching begins
In trying to save the wood floor one human person (you know who) comes running, gets on hands and knees, considerabley big hiney in the air and reaches, and stretches to find the lovely kong under the furniture. All the while one lovely dog watches with perky ears and waits...

To do it ALL OVER AGAIN

Our kong, is of course, a cool tie-dye aquamarine teal

masher or spinner?

Which one do you think?

litter mates

I am a believe in dogs and the "pack" mentality and how dogs apply that to their two legged family. Luna May has it figured out. The female two legged creaturs is her "person". NOT to be messed with, but yet takes care of everything. The bigger two legged boy is next and then the big two legged guy-who is a little standoffish so she messes with him just to get his attention. The small, loud, quick two legged creature (known as smal fry) is another story. This is a true equal. This is the one she runs from, nips at when playing and looks at like "Really, YOU are going to give ME a direction". But she loves him and here is how I know and I just noticed it this morning. Small Fry ALWAYS comes to the breakfast bar in each morning with his fuzzy blanket. He wears it around his shoulders and it drags across the floor. Each morning after I take Luna out she hangs out and paces waiting for the frys to wake up. I see Small Fry come out blanket in tow. All of sudden I see Luna with her blanket from her crate in tow dragging across the floor and sets it in front of the breakfast bar or sometimes tosses it around (secretly waiting for two legged child to pull and drag on it-which is forbidden-and both small fry and the dog both know it).

Yes, there is something about that pack hierarchy-they are true litter mates.

The joys of fishing

Luna became a little bored of posing for me, this was our resting time when we weren't scrounging for dead fish

The first one all by himself. We were explicitly told we were NOT leaving until he caught one all by himself

The hill that had to be climbed to get to the car. Which Luna and I did: once to get the tackle box, once to get the camera, and once to bring down the cooler.

Here is the cooler which was also a gazillion steps away, because it is way fun to carry stinky, catfish all that way!

We ventured to Pierre to fish. Just so you know we are the worst fisher people ever. So we were taking a big risk, but everyone kept telling us it is the best fishing in YEARS. So we pack the kids, gear (new gear that hubby just had to have), and one dog.

We started the trip with one carsick dog, because someone named me, forgot and fed her before we left. And thus the motions sickness pill kept getting, um not where it was supposed to be.

We arrived in Pierre ready to fish, with no beginner's luck. We watch with just a litte jealousy as some guy throws in a BARE hook and pulls out a whopper walleye on the first cast. You could tell Hubby was about throw the guy over the dam.

We get to our hotel and are sweetly asked, "Do you know about our water situation? We have none that is hot"

We stay til late in the evening with one small walleye to show for our fun. We head to a very nice Italian restuarant-yes in Pierre, to find the snot-nosed high schoolers who work there had shut the kitchen down five minutes early.

We get up very early the next day knowing our fortunes will change. Well they did, we became the best catfish fisher people in the world. Now if you are from Swamp People or watch Swamp People you know there is no shame in catfish. So I manned up and consented to let the boys (all 3 of them) start keeping them vowing "We will eat them!"

So Luna and I meandered around the area, fetched things from the car, and practiced our "drop it", "leave it" skils with the gazillion dead fish carcasses from the flood.

A good time was had by all, so much that hubby thinks we are should go again this weekend

Please, please let us be walleye fishers this time!