We went down to visit my Grandogrents in CA for Thanksgiving which was awesome. Their neighbors have the most delicious compost pile I've ever tasted. It was good fuel for the back country skitastrophy my peeps took me out on. In search of good snow we drove for miles through 1'+ deep snow in the Subaru before nearly getting it stuck. Didn't make it to the access point for the extra rad skiing so while the tall one drove back down the super sketchy road, the short one made some turns with me while we skiied down the road. We then headed over to Mt Shasta where they slapped the skins on their tele skis and drug me up the mountain through deep, thick, wet snow for about an hour. Once they turned around I knew I was screwed because my big lab feet are definitely not as fast as their freshly waxed skis. As I post holed down the mountain up to my chest as fast as I could they disappeared through the trees ahead. I figured they were planning to leave me up there and almost gave up hope when I saw the short one upside down with one of her skis planted straight into the heavy snow. She didn't seem to find my attempts at assistance helpful but eventually dug herself out and headed back to the car with me.
Shortly after our trip to CA I was once again hucked into the car and heading North to Forks WA to visit my other Grandogrents and family. I got to kick it with the wiener dogs, Big Gus and Little Gus while watching the peeps partake in this very strange custom during which they make a huge mess removing stuff that has all sorts of interesting smells on it from fancy boxes. I don't really understand the purpose since very few of the boxes contain anything edible or stinky but people are strange like that.
I was trying to help.
Happy!
The Tall One picked up a copy of a novel our friend from MI just published!
Afterwards the tall one dropped the short one and I off at a trail that took us through the rainforest out to a secluded beach. We ran the whole thing even though I'm pretty sure by the looks we got from the other people on the trail that I wasn't supposed to be out there. Silly dog haters. The tall one headed out to scope the surf which was WAY to big to enjoy so we headed back to the house for some really yummy dinner.
Julie pants just like me sometimes!
Julie and Anna after skating to the water fall.
Julie, CJ and Jason getting ready to head back down the hill.
There's been a lot going on here in the Gorge too. The peeps have been working and Anna has been enjoying lots of time with her friends, skiing and running while Jason's been spending much more time kayaking than he has in quite a while. Our friends, Melissa and Corbin Shays (and their cute kids) have had a impossibly difficult winter. Corbin passed away on January 4th after a long and amazingly graceful fight with brain cancer. Being a dog I don't know much about these things but he was one happy guy who's laughter was contagious. He made people happy and dogs wiggly and I always liked that about him. I think that even in his absence he is still bringing smiles to a lot of faces and that's not something just anyone with only two legs can do.
The peeps seem to be gearing up for a busy spring/summer of travel. The tall one just built up a new bike to go with the new line of jumps that he's been working on in the yard and the short one has been eagerly awaiting the guy in the big brown truck who I can only assume from the excitement she expresses when talking about the impending delivery, must have a huge load of dog treats, rawhide, or stinky stuff. I'll be sure to post a picture of said package's contents soon.
I guess that's all I've got for now. I've caught you up a bit and hopefully I can do a better job with this blogging stuff... I've said that before. I'm off to stare at the bowl of cat food the short one has been putting out for our friendly ferrel mouse catcher. The bowl is just sitting outside of the glass door and I'm confident that if I stare at it long enough I may be able to somehow eat it through the glass. I'll keep you posted on my progress.
There's been a lot going on here in the Gorge too. The peeps have been working and Anna has been enjoying lots of time with her friends, skiing and running while Jason's been spending much more time kayaking than he has in quite a while. Our friends, Melissa and Corbin Shays (and their cute kids) have had a impossibly difficult winter. Corbin passed away on January 4th after a long and amazingly graceful fight with brain cancer. Being a dog I don't know much about these things but he was one happy guy who's laughter was contagious. He made people happy and dogs wiggly and I always liked that about him. I think that even in his absence he is still bringing smiles to a lot of faces and that's not something just anyone with only two legs can do.
Corbin shredding.
The peeps seem to be gearing up for a busy spring/summer of travel. The tall one just built up a new bike to go with the new line of jumps that he's been working on in the yard and the short one has been eagerly awaiting the guy in the big brown truck who I can only assume from the excitement she expresses when talking about the impending delivery, must have a huge load of dog treats, rawhide, or stinky stuff. I'll be sure to post a picture of said package's contents soon.
I guess that's all I've got for now. I've caught you up a bit and hopefully I can do a better job with this blogging stuff... I've said that before. I'm off to stare at the bowl of cat food the short one has been putting out for our friendly ferrel mouse catcher. The bowl is just sitting outside of the glass door and I'm confident that if I stare at it long enough I may be able to somehow eat it through the glass. I'll keep you posted on my progress.
