Week update: The Carolinas, a dog wedding & hating on civil rights.

Dudes,

Big week here.  Tank and I took our last road trip of the summer with the moms and visited our birth place: Charlotte, NC.    The trip was great but I’ve got to get back on track with my training.  Don’t even talk to me about my diet – it went right out the window on day 1 and I can barely see my back toes.

This trip we stayed with my two best friends:  Lex and Truman.

Lex & I catching up.

TRUMAN! the man.

On Tuesday morning Tank and I went to our first dog wedding.  Truman and his sister Jola got married – Lex officiated.

they don’t look too excited to me. prolly just nerves.

I guess in North Carolina you can marry your relatives, just as long as you’re not both boys or both girls.  I think it’s crazy, because if Tank wanted to marry Truman that would be like the best days of my life.

It was an emotional morning.

After the ceremony we all had busy days but joined back together later that night for a big celebratory reception.  Uncle Bill  got wild with the blender and shit started to get crazy.  The rest of the night was a blur.

It always smells like a good idea in the beginning.

The next morning was rough, but I pulled myself out of bed early because it was Lex’s first day of school.  He’s in 1st grade – I can’t believe it.

it’s a miracle my eyes were even open.

Lex came up to make sure Tall mommy and I were awake and fed me my breakfast.  I was still feeling a little queasy, but it did help.

All in all it was a great week.  I’ll be back soon because I’m going to overnight camp with my agility trainer, Alan.  He’s going to help me up my cardio base and perfect my form.  I can’t wait.

It was a long ride back to Virginia,  but we made it.

are we there yet?

We’re finally all settled into the new house and let me tell you, it’s going to be great to sleep in my own bed tonight.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

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Tank has crabs.

Dudes, TANK HAS CRABS.

Just kidding, he only has one. His name’s Herman and in the summertime we swim in him..

Dudes! This is Herman.

After Tank’s afternoon sunbath he likes to cool off with Herman and talk about life. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve come home from camp and found them sharing war stories.  Tanks always talking about ‘nam.

I don’t usually spend that much time with Herman myself, but this week I needed a good soak.  I did back to back extended days at camp last week, plus two runs and a lift with Tank. I was spent.

My Uncle Hargraves came to dinner which was awesome, but I almost fell asleep at the table.  I soldiered through the meal  but when it came time to clean up I was down for the count.

too many dishes.

I hope HR doesn’t think I’m deconditioned because tailgating season is starting soon and I’ve got big plans to bring Bug Juice (my new signature cocktail).

I got up early on Friday and filled all the ice cube trays before camp so I had extras for an end of day ice bath.  Herman was super cool about it – I think he enjoyed the temp change.

I went to bed way early on Friday, and by Saturday morning I felt like a new Bug.   Tank decided to stay up late online (he loves the chatrooms) and was a little slow to start in the AM.

Tank has a case of the crabs.

I bug bombed the bed and got Tank rolling in no time.  We had one of the best training weekends to date – more to come tomorrow.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

Pest Control.

Dudes,

Like I’ve said before, my brother Tank is a boss.  If you don’t believe me, just check out his grill.

You better believe that if you cross him (or me) he’ll cut you.  He will. He’s always flashing his canines around when we’re out on the streets.  We never know who’s going to be my competition for Rio, so we’ve got to keep our game faces on.

For being such a badass, it usually comes as a surprise to people that Tank has a softer side.  He and blonde mommy are two peas in a pod, I tell you, and both have sweet gooey centers underneath their hard candy shells.

they’re basically twins.

You’d never suspect this, but Tanky has big fears of flies.  He wont tell me exactly what it is about them, but I think the buzzing triggers anxiety from his previous life.  Tank used to be a captive and has bad nightmares about being taken back there.  It’s horrible.

Anyway, today we had a big episode at the house.  When Tank and I were coming in from our morning workout a fly got inside.  Tank was beside himself.  He ran upstairs and tall mommy had to put him under the covers and rub his back.

anyone have any xannies?

I knew it was time for me to step up.

I used my super human (dog) senses to locate the fly.  It was heading south east, towards the kitchen window.  I’ve run that route so many times that it was pure instinct.  I took off swiftly, but with stealth, and cornered the enemy.

Say my name. SAY my name, fly!

I tried to negotiate, but it was clear that he was not going to be rational.  I could hear Tank’s voice in the back of my head, ‘expect nothing, anticipate everything!’ It was go time.

game over, intruder.

Not even the irony of smushing a bug on the window could have stopped me from protecting my brother. It all just happened so fast.

Once I was sure that the life had left the fly’s body, I ran upstairs to calm Tank’s fears.  Never a dull moment in this house.

We’ve all returned back to normal, though Tank did milk it a little to get extra chicken in his dinner.  I’d complain but it worked out pretty well for me, and you know I need my protein right now.

Stay cool my babies,

xx Bug

H20.

So, a couple days a week I go to camp. The other kids in my camp are pretty cool – I’m in small group because of my size, but I’m angling to roll with the bigs before the end of the year.

It’s been wicked hot out lately, so I’ve been taking dips in the pool and surveying the scene. I’m thinking about running for class president this year, so I’ve got to get a good feel for the play yard and who runs which toy rings.

Last weekend the moms took me to a big pool for swimming lessons, and my brother Tank showed me how to live the good life.

Tank’s a boss – just check out his teeth. He’s nice to me because I’m his little sister, but he’ll cut you if you try to mess with me.

Time for breakfast, so I’ve gotta roll.

Stay cool my babies.

xxBug