I am kind of unable to sit still for these monthly pictures anymore, but mom insists that I do. She pulls out all the tricks, offers me illicit items, makes funny noises and even tries to hold me down. Can you believe she thinks she can get away with taking two more of these photos? Good luck next month, mom.
I got two more teeth.
It wasn’t easy. I have been working on the top four all week, and it has made me rather cranky. And, even though two came in, I am still waiting for the other two in the middle to show up. I hope it happens soon.
In other news, it has finally stopped raining.
That is news worthy of a four tooth grin.
It was raining again yesterday, but mom and dad were tired of being cooped up in the house.
So this is what you do when you are in town and it is raining and they close down the canyon road to your house for repairs after a historic flood.
I am just glad we have a warm dry house at the end of another rainy day.
It rained a lot last week.
And I really do mean that it rained a lot.
There was so much rain that it triggered what mom and dad called a 100 year flood.
Mom says that doesn’t mean it happens every 100 years, just that there is a 1 in 100 chance that it could happen in a given year…. at least that is what she said. I don’t know what she means.
All I know is that dad wouldn’t let me play with ducky in the new giant pool at the bottom of our road.
We are safe and dry up on our hillside, and counting our blessings. Mom and Dad said to remember that a lot of people were not so fortunate.
Maybe I could send them my ducky?
To trek, one must start with a reliable set of shoes.
To trek, one must find trustworthy companions.
To trek, one must have protection from the elements.
To trek, one must rest when one is tired.
To trek, one must follow a reliable path.
To trek, one must have an end goal.
So, go have your own trek…. just try not to miss the beautiful lake at the end of the trail.