OK, WHAT did you do to Rudolph?!

So we get home and what is Dakota sporting with this time? You got it--Rudolph's antlers! Sorry kids, thanks to this insane pero negro, there is no red-nosed reindeer to guide santa's sleigh! Only a pitch black canine freak. But wait...I hear a new song coming on...maybe she'll do??

Then one foggy afternoon,


Bradley's comin' home.


D'kota with your eyes so bright,


Won't you trash my house tonight?


Then all the humans squeal-ed,


As they yelled it out in pain.


They'll never let Dakota,


Ever out her kennel again!!!


I have absolutely no idea where she came up with the antlers. When she first brought them home, they were connected with a swatch of skull. I've been worried that we'll find them planted in the tread of one of our car tires, since she leaves them any old place. Sort of reminds me of a certain refrigerator wheel, right BJ? Have we bonded with this dog yet?



Zac and I had a good campout last weekend down at the Johnson's ranch. Here are a couple of photos.





We decided to sleep with no fly on the tent. The moon was huge and bright, so we went to sleep watching it. It was cold but great!




Zac doesn't get cold--everyone else (except Russell) is bundled to the hilt.





I guess one of the highlights was when Matt, a lovable symmetrically shaped young man in our troop (that means his height and width proportions are approximately equivalent), slipped down the slope of the pond and became stuck in the mud in shallow water, unable to extract himself. He was a good sport, drying out the best he could near the fire. He didn't have a change of clothes. Notice how he smiles so big, even when his back is turned... Here's a big turtle he brought back with him!










This is Andy picking out Saphire's hooves. I did Sky's. Whoa, it's not the same picking out a 2200 lb shire as our 1100 lb quarters! What fun, though.




The pair pulled the wagon loaded with about 20 people all over the hills of the ranch. Incredible!