A Day In the Life Of...

We got the awesome chance to go out on the lake last Saturday on a friend's boat. I took Kreed, Dawson, Ryker, and Beau. Melissa unfortunately had to clean houses, and Riggs got to go play with Grandma. That was one of the best days of my life. And to think it was totally unexpected! We got a call mid Saturday AM from our friends wanting us to go, so it wasn't even planned. In thinking about some of the best days/nights of my life, I notice the pattern that often they happen when they aren't even planned. For some reason it must be easier to be in the moment at those times.

Kreed tried Wakeboarding and got up his first try. Staying up seemed to be harder than getting up for him. The rest of the boys all got to bounce around in the tubes, as well as jump in the lake to cool off every once in a while. At one point, I was on a tube with Dawson, and our friend put Beau in the driver's seat and totally let him drive, completely solo. It didn't matter to Beau that he couldn't see over the dashboard, and therefore the oncomming boats and shore, he was just feeling cool to drive the boat all by himself. (Don't tell the park rangers).

Unfortunately I forgot my camera, but remembered at the last moment that I could use my phone. So here are two pictures of Kreed's first experience behind a ski boat.

COON DAWG!

So where is my coon dog? Apparently I don't have one. We have been having a racoon sneak in through the cat door into our house at night. It comes in, eats all of the cat food, drinks all of the water, and grabs the cat food bag and tries to drag it back outside. So I borrowed a couple of traps from my brother in law. I set one up on the garage on Saturday night and Melissa and I went on a date. At about 11PM Kreed called me to say that the coon came into the house, opened one of the drawers in the kitchen and then went into the office and pulled a book off the shelf. Then the coon went into the garage and got stuck in the trap. Exactly what I wanted (however I have had these traps set up for over a month and the coon has kept on outsmarting me somehow).

When we pulled up that night, the coon was still trapped, but as soon as I got out of the car, it was so scared it peed all over. I didn't know their bladders were that big. Now folks, coons are cute, but size for size, they are as vicious as a bear. That sucker was trying to eat me through the cage. It was sticking its little hands out and grabbing my jeans and trying to bite me. Man that thing was ferocious.

Back to the dog comment. If you look in another post earlier in the year you will see our "coon dog". It is a little miniture pincher. I know it is not the biggest dog, but you would think it would at least want to protect its turf. Not so. I asked Kreed what "Charley" (our coon dog) did when the coon came inside. Kreed said that Charley came flying upstairs as fast as she could and then sat down and peed all over the floor. WHAT IS UP WITH THAT? Come on, really. What use is that dog then? Geez. Can't even utter a bark. And oh by the way, my blog title is misleading. THAT DOG CANNOT HUNT.

Well I have attached a couple of photos of the coon. It was a small one. The next day, yesterday, we drove it up further into the mountains and let it go. I was out of spray paint, but I was going to spray a yellow line down its back, in case it came back, so I would know we had caught it before...

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My sister, Rachael was here last week. She took some amazing photos of us and Nathan (my nephew and her son).
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