It has been exactly One Month since the last post, a month in which Taylor's health has almost healed, we drove Alaska to Oregon, rented a home in Bend for the winter, and celebrated aforementioned new-home-acquirement with a Thanksgiving bashola.
The drive home included 2,000 miles of packed snow and ice with pretty blizzards along the way. We also saw five snowy owls one day, and a wolf chasing an injured deer along the highway the next. We saw another bloodied up car fresh from a bad wreck, and thought about how many dead people truckers must see. But the best part, by far, was the night we spent in the exclusive (to crazies) Shannon Motel, deep in northern British Columbia, where our neighbor-for-the-night stood outside in the courtyard screaming like a dying gorilla that he loved his girlfriend and couldn't understand why she didn't love him (I thought I knew why...). Two hours later, his mom came and picked him up. The walls at the Shannon Motel were very thin.
Taylor has been proving that he can bring home the bacon, or in this case, chuckers. He and our Old Friend Sam went on a grand chucker huntaroo, and we feasted on their little breasts and legs the next night.
Taylor has also been getting back into shape by doing push-ups with Moma. They should make a workout tape called "Using Your Puppy as a Home Gym."
The drive home included 2,000 miles of packed snow and ice with pretty blizzards along the way. We also saw five snowy owls one day, and a wolf chasing an injured deer along the highway the next. We saw another bloodied up car fresh from a bad wreck, and thought about how many dead people truckers must see. But the best part, by far, was the night we spent in the exclusive (to crazies) Shannon Motel, deep in northern British Columbia, where our neighbor-for-the-night stood outside in the courtyard screaming like a dying gorilla that he loved his girlfriend and couldn't understand why she didn't love him (I thought I knew why...). Two hours later, his mom came and picked him up. The walls at the Shannon Motel were very thin.
Taylor has been proving that he can bring home the bacon, or in this case, chuckers. He and our Old Friend Sam went on a grand chucker huntaroo, and we feasted on their little breasts and legs the next night.
Taylor has also been getting back into shape by doing push-ups with Moma. They should make a workout tape called "Using Your Puppy as a Home Gym."
