Showing posts with label spider. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spider. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

A Big Dog in an RV, and Annie's Behind™



Outside a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside a dog, it's too dark to read. ~ Groucho Marx



















Jake is starting to dog it up around here.


Yin and Yang




A stick at tooth level! Thanks, guys!

Jake behind "Life is good" 

 It's April, and that means the tops come off. Sometimes we raise car roofs, too.


Annie's Behind™ the Tracker

I'm outside taking the picture because I SAW the road ahead of time.
After our desert romp, Annie replaced the ripped soft top on the Tracker.

We've been enjoying friends lately. We're sorry Cheryl couldn't stay longer; we blew her off to go get Jake.

In later years, the pair could no longer remember when humans stopped visiting. I seem to remember liking people, Roxi mused, reaching into her pocket for a poop bag.

We enjoyed an afternoon and evening with Hughes and Judy Moir, who threw their very, very busy lives into neutral to spend some hours with us. They're great company - energetic and charismatic - and it's a pleasure to see them whenever we can.

Grace and Steve kindly met us at a park so our pups could meet. These two balls of energy (with a matching dog) are boondockers, too. Steve has retired, and Grace pretends not to mind. They'll be on the road in less than two years.



Strawberry hedgehog in "our" yard
  
My new cousin with serious star power. There's a strong family resemblance; I don't want to talk about it.

What the HECK am I looking at here??


 
Hold us, we're scared!

 
I'm calling this "The End"



Thursday, July 7, 2011

What we did on our summer vacation

Google has admitted paternity of Blogger, so I'm waiting to see Google take it in hand and provide some discipline.  Blogger wants limits.  It needs boundaries.  Blogger will throw a tantrum in the cookie aisle right in front of God and the Keebler elves to see how far it can push, and it's Google's job to pick it up and carry it out to the minivan while it screams YOU'RE NOT MY REAL OWNER!

If you want an alternative to Adsense, try Chitaka.  I'm just beginning with it, so I can't say whether you can quit your job at Amazon, but it's certainly no more obnoxious than Google Ads, and there's a lower payout threshold.  ETA:  WOW, did I lie.  It is egregiously, completely, irredeemably obnoxious.  I have removed the link because it's the only thing left on here that could (maybe) be causing sudden audio ads, acid reflux, hookworms, and plantar warts.

We watched the fireworks from the Save-a-Lot parking lot, and we LIKED it.  Surrounding counties have banned fireworks, and so Lake City got the spillover from droughtier places.  I took bad pictures, drank bad whiskey, and woke up with my sunglasses on, just not on my face.

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What has eight legs and no shaving cream?  This guy:
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Annie wants you to notice the buttal smiley face.

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I told Annie to put her hand up next to the spider for perspective.  She said if I wanted perspective I should watch BBC News.

What have you been doing this week?  We went to see water fall into a hole, but that's too exciting for tonight.