I'm a runner, and so is Pepper, our sheepadoodle. Yesterday, she tried to murder me with speed. She was literally at the far end of the leash, dragging me along, until the very end.
A blog about the stupidly cool stuff I've been lucky enough to do.
I'm a runner, and so is Pepper, our sheepadoodle. Yesterday, she tried to murder me with speed. She was literally at the far end of the leash, dragging me along, until the very end.
We got a vegetable cutter a few weeks ago, and one of its blades turns zucchini into noodles. For reference, the rug is 8 feet long.
The boy ate a single zoodle for his entre. So far, this bit of magic has only happened the one time.
Well, not literally, of course. We are all time travelers--just in the forward direction, at a rate of one second per second. But "with the 'rona going around", as one of our many VRBO's visitor journal's put it, we did a lot of in-state travel this summer. We found amazing views, and even took a stroll through our childhood.
I was sitting at my computer, and caught movement out of the corner of my eye. No big deal, this happens all the time. It's the American flag on the neighbor's house across the street. It furls in the wind.
This time though, the thing furling was a swarm of tens of thousands of bees.
This was part of our summer series entitled "Covid Activity #1352: mimic the dog."
You may notice that our chins match as well.