the year was 1980 ish. the family had 3 kids under 6 years old. the family had some gerbils. the gerbils were kept in a cage with a wheel in the spare bedroom. they named one of the gerbils kimmy. kimmy learned how to escape her cage and was found in another bedroom. for the safety of kimmy, everybody agreed to make sure she stayed in her cage in the spare bedroom. one of the boys was playing with her and she tried to run out the door. the boy may or may not have looked like this.
the boy slammed the door shut to keep kimmy inside. the door slammed shut on kimmy. kimmy was split in half. there were two arms on each side of the separated animal. the boy screamed at his mother for the first time PUT KIMMY BACK TOGETHER!
the mother laughed. the children got a cat. the children named the cat princess mary. princess mary lived for 20 years.
a week at the beach was awesome. we took the dogs, and they were good boys. pouncey had some trouble staying in control. he wanted to pounce after everything he saw. dogs are not allowed off-leash until november 15, so this was a challenge. nacho and eli had a ball. we took some loooooong walks on the beach. we ate like kings. the place had a kitchen and kevin made seafood feast after seafood feast. we had an awesome dinner at the fat hen. we turned a gift bottle of grey goose into daily 'boat drinks' that improved the tone of the whole week. we played lots of pro-kadima. we boogie boarded. scrabble. rummy. chillin. celebrated 4 years of dating. all was well. all is well. as fantastic as the beach is, there's no place like home.
two big young dogs came to visit this weekend. it was great for eli & nacho to get a breather, and it was great for pouncey to be completely outweighed and out-spazzed by the new guys. the sweet german short haired pointer in the picture is porter. he turned 3 this weekend. he has more energy than an entire preschool class combined. the only humans who should be allowed to own german short haired pointers are 1. ironman triathletes and 2. people with big fenced in farms, like over 10 acres.
this summer has come and gone like a great blue heron flying very quickly in one direction. one of the craziest things that happened was on the breckenridge golf course. i was walking around while kevin, his dad, and brother played. it is a spectacular place to walk around. i would not want to be chasing a blasted little white ball into the chaparral and beaver ponds, but it is a spectacular place to walk around. it was a par 4 on the front 9, and everybody hit their second shots close to the green. kevin's dad's ball unfortunately went into a greenside bunker. maybe the first time i've ever seen him hit a shot into a bunker. everybody else's shots were on the green. we were about 100 yards away.
suddenly, a big fox appeared. big like 40 lbs. he looked at us, trotted across the green, down into the bunker, took kevin's dad's ball out of the trap, and dropped it on the green 10 feet from the hole.
he then trotted to kevin's brother's ball, picked it up, and ran away with it into the woods.
supposedly he thinks the balls are eggs.
supposedly there is a fox den in breckenridge overflowing with titleist pro v1's. kevin's dad played the ball from the green where the fox left it. after the round, we heard that the right ruling would have been to put his ball back in the bunker.
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