Weekend Fun

What was it?

Before I begin my post, let’s play a game.  Try to guess what the item in the picture to the right used to be before I got a hold of it this weekend and worked my magic on it.  I’ll provide the answer at the end of this post.

I’m sure that you’ve all realized, based purely on the carnage left in its wake, that this was an exciting weekend for me.  It included, after all, three of my all time favorite things…a car ride, water, and destruction. 

On Saturday afternoon, my family and I loaded ourselves into Sister’s car and made our way to Sands Point.  Pa, who was sitting with me in the backseat, said that I was a very good boy in the car that day because I remained seated for most of the ride (Pa did have to tell me to sit down when we were about a block away from the park, but that was because I had just gotten a whiff of where we were and was really excited and wanted to wag my tail in approval) and because I didn’t try to muscle Pa out of his seat too much (Pa says I take up too much room, I say that he takes up too much room, Sister threatens to stop the car unless the two of us stop arguing, and Ma just shakes her head and pretends she doesn’t know any of us).

Anyway, once at the beach, I made my way quickly to the water stopping only briefly to bunk noses with a rock climbing Jack Russell Terrier-like dog.  With Pa and Sister in tow (Ma, who likes to swim even less than I do, was waiting a safe distance away on the beach), I started to splash my way into the water until it was about chest high.  With Pa and Sister encouraging me forward from slightly deeper waters, I quickly turned around and ran back up on shore to where Ma was standing, dragging whoever was holding my leash behind me.  I did this many times.  It was really quite fun—especially when I dragged my barefoot Sister across sections of sand covered in shattered muscle shells (being so agile, I was always able to jump over them).

After escorting me into and out of the water a handful of times, Pa decided that if I wasn’t going to swim, he would.  Into the water he waded while I followed behind him at a close distance until I reached my usual chest high water depth where I went no further.  Pa, however, kept going.   I wagged my tail nervously while asking myself:  “What is he thinking?”  Then I thought: “If he doesn’t come back, do I get his portion of dinner?”  The next thing I knew, the only part of Pa I could see was his head…and it was coming straight at me!   I swear I wasn’t afraid…really.  Well, Pa swam right up alongside me and gave me a kiss on the snout.  I wagged my tail happily then raced back toward Ma dragging Sister behind me.

Taking a break from swimming, Sister introduced me to the game “Godzilla.”  Basically, she builds sand castles and I come along and crushed them with my paws or body.  I tried eating the castles too, but they tasted bad and the sand was a bit gritty so I settled on merely destroying each building that Sister created.

Aside from running in and out of the water, toppling sandcastles, and watching Pa swim, I also got the opportunity to be a “Free Dog” meaning that I was allowed off leash (well, I wasn’t off leash, but no one was holding the other end of the leash).  Here’s what happened:  Sister decided that she wanted to walk along the beach a little.  When she was about thirty feet away, Pa called out to Sister so that she would turn around and told me to “Go to Sissy!”  Jowls flapping, I ran like a crazy dog toward Sister and made a tight turn around her before running back toward Pa.  I didn’t stop there though.  I ran past Pa, made another turn a few feet away and skidded to a halt right in front of Ma who grabbed my leash.  Let me tell you, it was so invigorating to be free—not to be held back by my slow moving humans.

Considering all the fun I had, it's no wonder that I slept most of the way home on Pa's lap.  As is now the norm after a trip to the beach, I was given a bath as soon as I got home, but honestly I was so tired I didn't have the strength to put up a fight.  I figured that the sooner Ma, Pa, and Sister finished scrubbing the sand from my fur the sooner I could take another nap.

Any correct guesses?

Then came the destructive part of my weekend.  On Sunday night I was invited, along with the rest of the family, to Sister's room to watch TV in the air conditioning.  Apparently the show was really interesting because I quickly came to realized that no one was paying me the tiniest bit of attention.  With nothing better to do, I started to look for trouble.  Needless to say, I found it!  So, the answer to the earlier question of what did I destroy is...Sister's Nook's power cord (don't worry, it wasn't plugged in).