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| Married... Ya, Married... Geeze |
A vacation to Portland? To See Cliffy get married? And let Fred G. meet the puppy? OK.
7 hours in the car later and we arrive to an empty house and a backyard full of distractions. See, Fred and The Lovely Rachel are off helping Cliffy and Mrs. Cliffy do marriage stuff and it's not until hours later that they show up and finally meet the greatest puppy that ever lived. By then she had already eaten a bunch of cherry tomatoes and a few overripe pears off the ground. I was dreading the next day as her little system has only been processing puppy chow and the occasional pinecone. The race to rid her mouth of potential problems would be a loosing battle the whole weekend. Turns out she is exponentially faster than I am and much more agile. She must have eaten 6 pears and countless tomatoes. Bad Dog!
The next day we (meaning mostly Rachel) played in the yard and tried to get the YaYa's out before I got to go to the wedding and get some time without a 24/7 distraction. After putting her to bed and then following a local 'Portland Residential Clean Up Person' (see pic #3) for a good solid block and a half at .007mph, we headed out to the wedding.
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| The Dogfather |
And what a wedding! Anyone that has a wedding at 5:00 in a bar on a Saturday night should be given a medal. All the cool kids were there and I got to see some old friends, some H7HT friends and of course the Legendary 'Expert' of the '05-'06 season, Cliffy. He looked pale. (Speaking of pale, Andee was there sporting a new batch of Band-Aids to cover up what can only be described as Ebola. But that's a story for him to tell) The vows were said, the crazy kids were married and nobody passed out. As they say in the paper, a good time was had by all, thanks Cliffy and Willow!
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| Captain Sum Ting Wong |
The next day we headed home after a hearty breakfast omelet that did not include celery and most of the way I was worried about the 'pear and tomato' factor which actually didn't even matter. Ladi was sound asleep for most of the ride. I took a quick nap while listening to the 49ers Seahawks game on the radio because it was so stupidly boring. The truck drove itself from Tri Cities to Ritzville so I got a good slumber. The earlier Giants win over a powerhouse Panthers team took all the energy I could muster. All those field goals can really zap your energy in a hurry, Yaaaaaawn. We arrived home in time for a puppy full of insatiable energy and no Rachel anywhere. Not to worry, the next morning we went to work where Ladi acted like a punk ass biaaaatch all day, my penance for a 7 hour car ride.
Tomorrow we are off to the Vet to get the last of her 3 shots. Finally it will be time to head out into the woods for smelling tours, water sports and likely wildlife encounters. Stay tuned.
GBCH
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