Friday, December 21, 2007

Friends Don't Let Friends Use Wall Paper

I have been given a simple task by my people. From a hair that was found embedded in the layers of wall paper at my grandogma's new house I was told to find and bite the person who put the wall paper on the wall. I tried to tell them that I was not a person sniffing dog but they don't seem to care. Anna's parents have bought a new house with the intentions of remodeling the hell out of it and we're helping. The problem is the !@#$@#$ wall paper. We soaked it, we covered it in wall paper eating chemicals, we scraped and scraped and scraped and it would not come off the walls. As Anna was preparing to gas and torch the wall they finally agreed that a steamer might be a better solution so they got one and while it still sucked more than most things, it got the job done after hours of tedious, messy and pain staking scraping.



That said, We're back on the west coast enjoying some much needed family time and looking forward to a few more weeks of kickin it with our friends. We're psyched that we'll get to continue with more good west coast times after our little break from work. It sounds like we'll be on this side of the Rocky Mountains for most of the next year and we're SO HAPPY about that! Oh, and my people are going to leave me in the desert tied to a cactus while they go the the very southern most islands of the Caribbean for two weeks to design some trails and get their surf on. It's Ok, don't worry about me. I'm sure they'll leave water and a bowl of food.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Bless Yer Haart



That's what they say in Tennesse. Bless yer haart. We just left beautiful Big South Fork National Recreation area where we rode/ran some of the most senic trail we've seen since leaving the west side of the rockies. Being a dog in a national park is rough as, technically I am not supposed to be off leash or really even in the park but they bend the rules here and there. A little wiggly charm goes a long way. The problem is that I don't really get the whole 200' cliff thing and I tend to think that I can just hop down and chase the bunnies below so my peeps had to leave me at home for a few of the rides.



I don't see the humor in this one but I've also never learnt how ta spell write.





Those southern boys had a hard time letting the lady do all the work but nobody else had a "silky pocket boy" saw in their camelbac. I'm not kidding, that's what it's called.



Once in a while my people need be shown how it's done so they had to follow me off this one.