Rescue Riding

Hi-ho, everyone! Seems like it's been a hundred years since I last blogged. Been kept busy riding herd on Little Guy. He's a toddler now and Mom, being the grandma, volunteered to keep him while his parents work. Let's just say that keeping up with a two-year-old is like trying to herd a mountain goat. Full-time job. Anyway, Mom and Dad managed to arrange a few days off for a motorcycle trip and went cruising in Arkansas. We doggies have not yet found a way to accompany them on these trips but we're still working on that. I'm thinking a mini travel trailer they can pull behind...



Last weekend they were able to combine two things they like the most, which is motorcycles and rescue work. They attended a Rescue Ride and Poker Run to benefit our local humane society. Dad had a pretty good poker hand but got beat by a royal flush in the end, but they did manage to snag a nice door prize. It's a big wreath with flowers and it's perfect for Mom's office. Well, perfect all except it needed just a little embellishment to keep with the decor theme she had going.

Three little wire fox terriers made it just right.
~Tell

You Say Tomato, I Say Mom...

Mom and Dad came back from their road trip relaxed and happy, and had a wonderful time. There were six motorcycles in the group, and they rode hard for three days without stop except to refuel. Dad looked pretty much the same when he got home, but Mom was a bit pinker than usual. Apparently she does not weather well, though no one else in the group had a problem. Then Tuesday, her eyes puffed, she turned red as a beet, and her lips swelled up like a sea lion blowing kisses. It seems some of her meds are not compatible with that much fun in the sun, and she had a photosensitive reaction. She missed work a few days so as not to scare small children and pregnant ladies, she was that uber ugly. Have you ever heard someone with balloon lips try to say something? "Hubby, I bhink bhere's somebing wronb wibb be..."

Here they are riding their motorcycle onto a ferry. In spite of Mom swelling up like a ripe tomato, they had such a great time that they can't wait for the next ride. Cap, Glynn and I are looking into one of those little trailers that go behind the motorcycles. Maybe one that makes a pop-up tent. Then we can go cruising and camping with the gang in style. Feel the wind in our beards. Get a little bug crunch in our teeth. Maybe a tattoo, but we won't say where!

~Tell