Unofficial Start to Summer

 

Carl's words to get in the kennel are "go to your room".  I used this to check on The Prisoner on Saturday.  I offered The Prisoner safe passage to go outside.

The Prisoner was having none of that and stayed in his "safe zone" until Monday evening, at which point he assented to being let out the front door.  We'll see if I can get him back inside before Carl goes home Wednesday evening!

Ember surprised me Saturday night and went into her crate for sleep time.  Carl came up and snoozed on the big bed with me.  I did not sleep very well Saturday night but napped a bit during the day Sunday to play "catch up".

On Sunday we practiced walking two dogs on two leashes in the back yard, then put both dogs into the car for the coffee run.

We repeated "two dogs in the car" for a quick grocery run before it got too hot Sunday.  Then again for Monday's coffee run, and Monday afternoon when it got good and hot we went to Dairy Queen where we split a small vanilla cone three ways.  Yes, I am spoiling them while I've got them.

Monday morning Carl and Ember had enticed me to get up, with Ember whimpering in the crate downstairs.  So up before 5, downstairs and the dogs out at 5 a.m.  It was very pleasant and I sat out on the deck with my coffee.  Ember sat in the other deck chair, while Carl was "on patrol".  Carl was nice enough not to bark at the squirrels... until 6 a.m., that is.  Then I brought them back inside.

A little later when we went for the coffee car ride we discovered that the neighbor's big tree had lost a branch overnight, and it fell on another neighbor's car.  Yikes!  It had not been stormy, although I'm sure the wind played a part.

At this point I decided we would not do leash walk in the neighborhood on Monday.  It was so warm, I broke out the puppy pool and filled it on the patio for them to splash through.

Meanwhile, in Colorado, the latest family photographer debuted this candid shot of his foster parents!  Sweet.  He grinned and told them to kiss.

This would have been Saturday evening at a little Italian joint called Tony P's... I am not going to overload the blog with photos of the food but it looked scrumptious.  "A piece of old school Denver" per the waiter.

Sunday they spent four hours exploring Meow Wolf.  Even the photos they post speak of sensory overload to me.  I would have been exhausted!

Monday they visited the Red Rocks, which brought back childhood memories for me, not just of visiting them, but of my parents, showing slides from their honeymoon. I wonder what happened to them, especially the one of 19-year-old bride someday to be mom of five, feeding the ground squirrels.  I'm pretty sure my older sister has custody of the slides.

When FGC had enough of the Red Rocks, the little family headed to Denver's Children's Museum, which was also amazing, and took up the rest of their day, with a break for luncheon.  

They are taking full advantage of swimming and hot tub, and FGC, typical 7 year old that he is, intones "Open Sesame" every time they approach the automatic doors at their hotel.  Clearly, they are having a blast kicking off Summer vacation.

Life is full, and good.  Spark on!