Friday, August 29, 2008

Ultimate Holiday Walkies

Although I would rather be heading up to the Soldier Hollow Sheepdog Trials this weekend, I have consented to go camping up in the Uinta Mountains with my spouse and teenager. Because my kid spent the summer working up in Yellowstone National Park with the Youth Conservation Corp., we didn't get as much camping in as we usually do. This also meant that the poor dogs spent more time at the boarding kennel than they usually do, much to their dismay.

So I will be heading out tonight with the throngs of folks desperate for one last opportunity to commune with nature before the weather starts to turn cold. However, it may be too late -- the weather prediction is for . . . r - a - i - n. At 10,000 ft. in elevation, rain often to turns to that fluffy frozen white stuff. (Guess I'd better pack a few extra blankets.)

The dogs don't care about the weather and they are absolutely ecstatic to be going camping (I packed their travel bag with food and toys this morning, so they know they are going and they are wild with excitement.) I really hope that the weather prediction is wrong, because camping in snow is not my favorite activity.

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Just Getting Started

I am very new to the concept of "blogging" and I'm not all that sure about what it is I'm supposed to do. I also wonder why on earth anyone (besides possibly myself) would want to read what I write? My two pooches might be interested -- if they could read -- because they're prime fodder for any musings I might post and, as they already believe they are the center of the universe, everything must be about them anyway.

The dogs do consume a large part of my free time and they have a way of insinuating themselves in almost all aspects of my daily life. Constantly underfoot, my every movement under scrutiny they are ready to dash to the door at a moment's notice so as not to miss a new adventure. My dogs are masters at manipulating me into extra excursions into the great "Land Beyond the Front Yard".

So, I guess I'll give in the pleading eyes and the heartfelt sighs and go grab the leashes -- it's time for "Walkies".