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May 15, 2007
Wild Times
First off, I'd like everyone to take note of my wild and crazy parents (this includes everyone but the fella on the far left):
My mom recently revealed that it has been her greatest dream to go whitewater rafting. This was news to pretty much everyone, since a number of outdoor adventures have climaxed in woebegone misery on her part ("No one will ever find us here!" "But there aren't any people for miles around!" "If you see a bear, RUN!" "Do beavers actually live in beaver dams? And do they bite?" etc). So, the rest of us pretty much ignored it, but dad took it to heart, and on their way to a pottery sale in south carolina surprised mom with a whitewater rafting trip in Tennessee (don't ask how Tennessee became "on the way" to South Carolina - things like simple geography don't deter dad). Anyway. They clearly had a blast, and didn't get bitten by any beavers.
In other news, my dog is a nutjob. We went to friend Westbrook's so he could edit Volume VII, and while he was marking away with his little red pen, we romped with the dog in their lovely backyard. She ran in circles like a wild little thing.
Eventually, Matthew had to sit on her to contain her. Otherwise, she might have turned into butter, just like in Little Black Sambo. (Weirdly enough, I think that's the second time in this blog I've linked to that. Maybe it was in the context of turning to butter as well...). Matthew was doing a pretty good job acting like a nut, too. But, that's not a real stretch, either. And, I guess Matthew's nutty trumped Iggy's nutty, because she was pretty resigned to being sat upon.
Mom's peonies came out in full bloom while they were gone galavanting in Tennessee, so I took some pictures. I thought I'd try to get some nice ones with Iggy in them, because, um, the lamest thing in the world is to take lots of pictures of your stupid dog and show them to people who then have to pretend to be interested in said dog - even when said dog is most ungratifying to everyone else by totally ignoring them and pretending she's better than everyone (even though (says the defensive parent) it's really just a self-confidence problem).
I got a pretty good one
but not without a lot of work. If you'll notice, I did some tempting with treats in order to get her to even go up to the flowers (which, according to Iggy, were new, big, scary and probably going to bite her like beavers).
That's a little piece of biscotti in there she's trying to get. Because, you see, our dog is a real priss-pot.
It seems that the lesson to be learned here is that peonies:
1. are not scary
2. will not bite like beavers
and
3. are delicious!
Posted by ribbu at May 15, 2007 11:26 PM