Sunday, August 30, 2015

pgd in Elkhart Lake

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Happy #nationalpetday

A few days ago the magic of Instagram reminded me that it is #nationalpetday on August 26th.
I thought it would be the perfect time to do a post on my "other" dog.
As people recently have expressed surprise when I mention that indeed I do, have "another" dog.
Allow me to Introduce: Buster.
Buster Guster, Blackjack, Monkey, Monkle, Monkle Doodle.
He came from a breeder in Brownsville, and make no mistake, I have offered to drive him back to Browntown more than a few times. But also, truth be told, I always wanted a dumb, stupid, loyal lab.
This guy will run for 10 hours a day and chase a tennis ball
well into the time he's suppose to hit the hay. He will run any other dog down, but think he's still cool enough to hit the town. I'm still waiting,,patiently for the day he is humbled.
He's the guy that runs to all the houses on our side of the lake up north and pretends he hasn't been fed and is starving. He's also the dog that went through a 20 lb. bag of dog food in less than a week, when staying with Grandpa, because he "looked hungry". One time he even ate an entire dozen Krispy Kreme donuts off the kitchen counter, and made sure the lid was on just perfectly afterwards.
"Are you ready for some Football?" this guy is.
And can he get a side of chili with that?
Surprisingly, especially for being P's dog, his drink of choice is lake water, versus an ice cold brew.
I don't entire hate his guy.
I may just pretend to be not impressed with his athleticism. Case in point: Just a few months ago, on our morning walk, Buster pulled out of his leash and ran into the street for a chicken bone someone threw out. Leaving my own 4 legged love behind, there I went, stage diving on top that retriever, to spare that labs life.
I even entered him last year into the Orvis picture dog challenge, where he received an Honorable Mention from the company vice- president. (C' Mon! he even had the Orvis collar on!)
So on this years, #nationalpetday, I am prioritizing this pooch.
I thoroughly enjoy our morning walks and can appreciate his acknowledgement of my commands of, Heel, Wait, Stay, and Go, all without the confines of a leash.
I secretly, but sadly look forward to the day, that this dog will be less dock diver, and more of a summer snoozer. At the rate this mammal's moving, we've got at least 5 more maniacal years!
Happy #nationalpetday Buster!

Sunday, August 16, 2015

Swingy Pants and the Sunday Lull

Greetings and Salutations.
If you're reading this you've survived the Sunday Lull.
Quizzical look upon you're face? 
Allow me to explain.
On any given Sunday, and especially ones in the summer, there is a tide that rolls in.
A change in the pace of the day. It happens like clockwork, between 3pm- 5:30pm. In my neighborhood it's audible.
Lawn mowers are moved out of the mainstays, and weed wackers will take another week off. 
It's time to wind down, settle down, and get ready for the week.
All trips to Target have to be made, and don't even think about going to a movie. 
Dinner will be served before 7 o'clock, because dining out doesn't happen on Sundays.
Laundry continues to linger, and there are lunches to be made.
There's absolutely no time to just hang out in the shade. 
 Have I mentioned, I may have spent the better part of this life fighting off the Sunday Lull?
For several years as a boat owner, we spent every Sunday skiing on the lake, and slapping back cocktails. It's actually frightening to think about how many bottles we emptied in that boat. And Thankfully, through it all, I had a friend, that boat or no boat, we have still remained bikini besties.
So do me a favor next Sunday.
Weather you're wishing you weren't working, or on top a Tiki bar twerking, Give Monday the middle finger and Celebrate the Sunday Lull.