Fur cousins, all tuckered out after a day of play.
We were very excited on Saturday to be able to to spend the afternoon with our good friends from Miramichi. We went to watch “Lightening Bransfield” in his motorcross race at the track in Brookfield.
Abbie was happy to spend the afternoon with her favourite little (littler) person. 🙂
(I don’t know who is braver, the child racing, or the parent watching the race….)
I wanted to get a few pictures of my “nephew” dog Sumo before he went home to Rhode Island. Despite his rather large size… (he is currently down to 225 lbs from his top weight of 240 lbs) he is very docile and doesn’t move very fast. (In face before today, I had never seen him run.)
The photo shoot started very well, but then, he caught sight of our nieghbour’s dog. Then he realized I had taken off his leash for the pictures. He got this look in his eyes for a split second, and I knew I was in trouble. Can he ever move fast when he wants to….
It was such a nice day that we though it would be a good idea to pack a picnic and head to the beach. The thermometer read 27′ at the house, and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
We live about 45 minutes from the beach so one would think that the weather would be similar, right? WRONG
My husband says I tend to exagerate my stories a bit (totally not true), but on this day he was there with me to verify my account of the event.
It wasn’t just cool. It was wind from the northern most tip of Siberra that cills you to your bones and makes your teeth rattle in your frozen head..
Determined to atleast take a walk, we wrapped ourselves in our sweaters and what towels and blankets we had brought and bravely treked up the beach. After snapping a picture to record our adventure, we decided it we weren’t the brave adventurers we thought we were. We huddled, in our beach chairs and TRIED to have our picnic.
I wonder if Guinnis Book of World Records has a category for world’s fastest picnic?
(My adventurous husband ate his chicken from the confort of his truck.)
We always enjoy our time spent with this special family.
When the younger girls got tired of fishing, we took our canoe to shore, and they played on the bank while waiting for the other boats to come back.
These girls seemed to grow up overnight, and what beautiful little ladies that have become!