No matter what I wouldn't let my wife read that----------------------- true or not I like sleeping with both eyes shut
That is PRECISELY why I brought the story here, instead of to facebook. ;-)
Gary were you not the person who tracked a pumpkin pie in the fridge in your office for 4 months? That takes some big boy pants right there.:grin:
Yup. That was me. And it was five months. Where has all the time gone? With all the pumpkin pies in the stores right now, I can't walk by one and not smile. I've been tempted to buy one and put it in the office fridge to see how long it lasts. The thing with that, is I now have my own office, and the fridge is a mini-fridge, and I'm the only one that uses it. So it wouldn't have the same meaning. BUT - the blog I started about the pumpkin pie, actually was started about a ham, and the story turned from the ham, to the pumpkin pie. Though I haven't touched that site in years, it still lives - in loving memory of Pumpkin Pie. Here is the blog:
And here is the thread here where I documented the adventures of the realtor fridge:
As for the poochie, it was a ****htzu, or however you spell it. We've had her for like 7 years, and always figured we'd have her bred so we could make some bank on the puppies. No one in the family really like her, including my wife. In fact earlier in the morning, she had yanked a blanket out from under the sleeping dog because she didn't want the dog on it. And though the dog's name was Dayzee, it was more commonly referred to as Rat, Furball, Dropkick and Ihatethatstupiddog. We do have another dog - a springer - that we all love and adore. We got him from a forum member here nearly 10 years ago. He is an absolute companion animal for my son. Since we got the rat dog years ago, I've said "Dogs are like wives. You should have one smart one, and one cute one." Which I'd follow up with "And if you can't have two wives, be sure you marry one that is smart and cute." The follow up is what kept me from having to sleep with the dogs.
And its kind of funny(?) This year, we realized the springer, old Trout, is 12 years old, and really feeling the Idaho winter coming in. A couple months ago, he tore his ACL and were THIS close to putting him down so the poor guy wouldn't have to suffer through winter. And the thought of just having the rat dog left for another 10-12 years had us all talking that if Trout died, we'd find a nice family that would love the fru fru like none of us ever have. Well, problem solved on that one I guess. But now, the loved family dog, Trout, is starting to figure out that Dayzee isn't around any more, even though we invited him to the doggie funeral we had Saturday afternoon. But also - for the first time in like 4-5 months, he's felt good enough to play fetch, and his ACL is doing really well, though you can tell after a game of fetch, that it is still pretty sore.
My wife has no desire to replace the fru fru, and really, no one else in the family does either. So it goes. The biggest challenge to me right now, is to keep myself from making snarky comments about my wife killing the dog. "With the money we save on dog food, I could get that new 3 weight fly rod." "Boy, without having to find a dog sitter, we should go to Yellowstone more often now." "I wonder if there is steak on sale anywhere this week?"
Dogs are great things. And so are fly rods. I only fished that 3 weight 3-4 times this year, on Big Piney Creek up out of Swan Valley, and once on Warm River. Caught a few nice little cuts in some beaver ponds on the last outing. Native fish. Un-dammed stream, and I caught them on a royal wulff, fished upstream. Sweet memories for sure. I'm getting teary eyed thinking about it.
The dog got buried in the back yard. But I think I'll get the fly rod mounted. Maybe a nice european mount I can hang in my office.