A woman's view of hunting…with men
guns, dogs and birds
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Cooling off before finishing the hike
I took a mental health day today. It’s just the dogs and me today and I decided that I needed a day to do something that I really love to do, (besides going wine tasting). I mulled over all the different things I would really love to do if I had a day all to myself. The winner hands down is taking the dogs hiking someplace pretty rugged and primitive. There is a place not far from here that fits the bill perfectly. The only problem is that I’ve only been there once and am not sure how exactly to get there, so I came up with the most logical solution. I co-oped a friend of ours that takes his dogs there all the time to take us along.
I’m so excited, the weather will be great, 58 degrees this morning with a high of 70. The dogs are already out of control, using the front room as their personal wrestling arena, killing time chewing on each other’s faces. I know, we’re really warped.
I promised that I would wait until 8:45 before calling our friend, but could only make to 8:30. Thankfully he was up and had started on his first cup of coffee. I loaded up the dogs and headed his way. The morning was beautiful. Sunny and cool, perfect for a hike. The dogs were so excited, pacing around the back of the station wagon on the drive over. We parked the cars, unloaded the dogs, he brought one of his, Stella, a Belgian Malinois mix. She weighs in at about 65 pounds and the sweetest little girl. The dogs could barely contain their enthusiasm, all the smells calling them, teasing them. They were in sensory nirvana. They all headed off down the road, sniffing and peeing on every weed, AJ immediately took a dump right in the middle of the road. The first of many this morning. That’s my AJ.
Charlie ran back and forth across the path and into the underbrush and woods around us, always on the hunt searching for a promising scent. What surprised us both was Stella was right on his heels the entire hike, following him everywhere. Charlie acted like they had been hunting buddies forever. For Charlie, that’s really something. AJ and Orso stayed pretty close to the path and us, not wandering too far, but we would have call Charlie and Stella back often. Neither one of us wanted to try out my de-skunking kit.
We were the only ones out there. It was wonderful. A truly refreshing, relaxing and invigorating mental health day. I can’t wait to go again.
I can finally see the end of the tunnel. The walls are all painted, two were even painted twice. While caulking the tub, the alcohol that Mitch was using to cut the silicone, exploded from the bottle and splashed down two walls. Guess what? Alcohol doesn’t wash off. So he had to re-paint those two walls. It seems the curse continues. We finally decided on the granite for the countertop and it’s laying on the floor in the living room to be installed after the final coat of stain dries on the base cabinet.
We ultimately agreed on shower doors over shower curtains. That took a long time to find The One, but we did. That has been installed. Of course installing a shower door with all of the parts didn’t go as easily as it would for normal people. Mitch had to make a trip to the hardware store for longer anchors, I guess we have a fat tub.
All that’s left to do is hang the trim around the doors, install the crown molding, hang the upper cabinet, set the granite countertop and tile around the base of the walls to create a baseboard. Oh, and install the towel bars and the shelving units in the closets.
I’ve thought about taking an inaugural shower, but decided against it because I know what would happen. If Mitch discovered that we could actually use the bathroom before the total completion, there would never be a total completion. We would limp along with a half finished bathroom, saying we need to get this done and never do.
I think we might just survive this remodel. It’s been a tough one.
Nothing like a good game of tug o war to start the day on a cool September morning.
AJ letting Orso know he can still hold his own
A woman's view of hunting...with men 