Cujo Communing with Fire

Umm. WTF is my dog doing? This is about as creepy as a dog looking out the window INTO THE BLACK and doing that low, gutteral growl thing at shit you can't see that makes you think HOLY CRAP MY DOG IS CUJO GET A PITCHFORK OR A PRIEST OR AN IRRESISTIBLE SQUEAKY TOY OR SOMETHING!!!

Aside from the communing with fire thing, Mickey is generally a sweet sort of dog. I think.

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Ugly As Sin

Last night my parents and I had a gourmet meal of hotdogs and chips around the fire pit. Yes, I know that hotdogs are ridiculously bad for you.


True story: When John and I first started seeing each other John asked me what my favourite food was. When I said "hotdogs" John says he fell in love with me right then and there. Awwww.

I borrowed my mom's bright blue, fake crocs for the occasion. Look at them. If you're a croc fan you may want to avert your eyes for this next line:

Ugly. As. Sin.

Horrid, awful, strange, UGLY things.

Yes they are.

John still loves me even if I wear crocs though. AWWWWWW.

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Camping: Tin Foiled Goodness

See that tinfoil in the background behind the fire pit? So did Mickey. Actually, he smelled it before he saw it and he was compelled by a force not unlike The Force to investigate. At which point he was scolded to within an inch of his life. And so now he is doing the dog version of moping where we can all see him and eat tin foiled goodness right in front him without regard for his discerning palette. Ha. ha.

Tough life this little guy has.

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Camping: Flushing Toilets ROCK

We went for a long weekend camping trip last week. Camping is wicked. I'm NOT talking about roughin' it in the wild with only a loin cloth, gun and strip of burlap to get us through. No, no. I'm talking about a cabin, running water, electricity and a cushy bed to cuddle into after a nice glass of wine and a full belly. Oh yeah. That's my kind of camping. The toilets flushed. There were showers. Hell, we even had lasagna for dinner one of the nights.

But we still had a camp fire to serve the VERY IMPORTANT PURPOSE of roasting marshmallows. So, as you can can very plainly see it WAS real camping.

More pics to come...

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