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What a difference 24 hours makes, pooches! Yesterday, the oppressive heat kept us at our den at excursion time. The promised cold front moved through our land late yesterday and left much lower humidity and much cooler temperatures! When my manservant returned from his early morning walk/run at his walk/run park, he stirred us from our morning naps and excitedly announced that due to the cool temperatures it was Double Excursion Day!!
His plan was put into effect right away and we hopped in the Hybridmobile. It gleefully glided to my school park. Pooches, we hopped out and it was almost chilly. My manservant directed us toward my multi-use trail. I immediately put on my brakes and reminded him that I was not going to do another 5K today. He assured me that this was only a leisurely stroll and we could sniff all that we wanted. Woo hoo!
Starlight and I, feeling frisky in the comfortable weather, had a grand time sniffing along the trail, leaving no stone un-sniffed. After a long stroll, Starlight and I headed to the Hybridmobile, eager to resume our morning naps.
My manservant’s plan for the day continued being implemented at our regular excursion time. Pooches, a call was placed to my Mardi Gras restaurant and in short order we were in possession of an oyster platter! The Hybridmobile purred across my spillway and pulled in my park by the bay! Signs that greeted us on our drive in my park said that construction was underway and a beach along the shoreline was being built! No doubt, pooches, we will be coming here more often when it is completed.
Our oyster dinner was a fine meal and we were quite full upon completion. A misfortunate incident almost marred the excursion when, in a state of excitement about nearby herons, Starlight bounded off of the picnic table and ran at full speed for nearly 1 kilometer, stopping only when she reached the end of a pier. My manservant gave chase while I remained dutifully on the picnic table. Pooches, I think Starlight got an earful upon her retrieval by my manservant and the solemn march back to our table.
We’re back at our den now and it is well into afternoon naptime. As fun as the day has been, Starlight and I are pooped from all of today’s activity and will sleep soundly. My manservant has retired to the kitchen where he plans on spending the afternoon canning green tomato pickles.
What a day, pooches!
Pooches, we did it again! For the third day in a row it was up early and my manservant and I headed out to my school park for a vigorous 5K walk/run to my overlook and back. As we hurriedly returned to our den so my manservant could travel to a not-so-nearby village for an appointment with one of his teeth vets, I told my manservant he could have the day off from his walk/run activity tomorrow! My manservant went off to his appointment and I went to bed.
His appointment must have been successful because after his return he looked through recipe files to select tonight’s fare before donning his yoga clothes to attend his yoga classes. After departing yoga, my manservant stopped by the market to acquire items needed for cooking. While he was there he selected a ‘blue plate special’ from the buffet for today’s lunch.
As our stomachs were growling by the time he arrived from yoga and the market, we gladly agreed to abandon our excursion for today and, instead, immediately join in the feast of roasted chicken, potatoes and gravy, and macaroni and cheese in the cool of our den. Not very healthy, pooches, but it certainly was filling. Our decision to abandon our excursion was based on the miserably hot weather outside and the promises of the arrival of another rare summer cold front tonight that will bring much cooler weather for the remainder of the week. We’ll save our excursion energy for those cooler excursions for the rest of the week.
Pooches, finally. After a week of out-of-the-ordinary days it appears that normalcy is within sight! My manservant did his usual walk/run at the walk/run park this morning (although a wee bit later than usual) and returned after stopping by the lumber mill to obtain boards for a construction project Starlight asked him to do. He returned and went to work in our back yard (with Starlight barking instructions the entire time) building a ramp for Starlight’s use in training my womanservant in agility classes. The structure was completed and Starlight said “it will do.”
Shortly after plunging into his next task of mowing our front lawn, my manservant rushed in and said it was almost time for his yoga classes! Pooches, we had no idea. It seems that after two months of giving his Achilles thing-a-ma-bob at rest from yoga, he determined that they had healed enough to resume and off he went to his two yoga classes. His returned was a bit later than usual because he stopped by my Mardi Gras restaurant on his return to our den and procured a bowl of gumbo. WOO HOO!!
We promptly paraded out to our picnic bench and ate with gusto. My manservant stayed with the liquid while Starlight and I reaped the benefit of shrimp and celery. After our gumbo was only a fond memory, my manservant proceeded to complete his gardening duties in the front yard.
Finally, a very late excursion took us in the Hybridmobile to my overlook. It was a grand sight: the tall grass had been cut and many boaters were out enjoying the afternoon and an early weekend.
See you tomorrow on Silent Saturday, pooches. And, as my manservant would say in honor of the resumption of his yoga classes, Namaste!
Pooches, lots to tell today but I’ll make it short. For the fourth day this week it has been out of the ordinary!
First of all, my manservant left at sunrise this morning for a not-so-nearby-village because he had an early morning appointment with his teeth vet. Apparently it was a successful visit because he was quite chipper when he returned to our den. He promptly donned his walk/run clothes and headed to his walk/run park. He returned in due time and immediately donned his gardening costume and headed outside, saying he would be there all morning. Pooches, he was still there in early afternoon (well after excursion time) and, after finally coming inside and showering, said he was headed to his fishmonger. Starlight and I headed for the Hybridmobile but he forbade it, saying that it was too hot outside and he might have a long wait in line at the fishmonger. Starlight and I grumbled, looked at the clock and shook our heads.
When he returned with redfish in hand, he also brought catfish and snow crab which he obtained at the market. It seems that, after a week with only soup or soup-like meals, my manservant was going to try solids today. Starlight and I watched as he transformed the catfish into “thinfish” and brought out skillet and cooking oil (gasp!). After all food preparation was completed, we trotted out to our picnic bench and began a fine meal. The thinfish was as crispy as potato chips and the crab claws were delightful (if properly dipped in melted butter). Soon, the houseflies came to join the party and caused us to retreat inside to our dining room to finish the meal.
We were pleasantly full when my manservant said we had to destroy the evidence of fried food. You see, pooches, “fried” is something our pack frowns upon, thus, the necessity of hiding the used oil in an empty milk carton and placing it in the bottom of the refuse pail, opening the windows, and turning on the vent to bring fresh air inside and transfer the fried air outside.
As we completed our cover-up, I had a stroke of genius. I shared my plan with my manservant and Starlight. My manservant said he thought it would work. You see, pooches, there was one piece of thinfish leftover from lunch that had not been claimed. Starlight, my manservant, and I gathered around it and looked straight at it. We frowned mightily!
After the deed was done we all felt relieved, knowing that we could honestly say we had steamed crab claws for lunch and thought about fried catfish, and we had frowned upon it!