Macrea, Hambone, and Mel, all made it to Florida in good shape and will embark on their Disney adventure today.

February 26, 2020 - Wednesday

20 degrees/snow showers/breezy

Pentoga Road

We learned last night that the kids made it safe and sound to their Florida destination. I also heard that Hambone was like a fart in a hot greased skillet, but if you were five years old and about to enjoy a week at Disney World and surrounding venues, wouldn't you be the same?

Happy birthday to my little guy, Andy. Currently working off the coast of western Australia, he's busy advising the setting of anchors for oil rigs, all the while dodging an upcoming cyclone. One thing about my youngest son, he certainly leads anything but a boring life.

Happy birthday, Andy! Just be careful out there.

Now onto serious business, really serious. In fact, the following could be placed into the Deep Thought Category.

Can anyone, ANYONE, tell me why it takes a dog forever and a day to select a place to poo? I just came back into the house after taking Sadie out for her early morning constitution.

Our predawn conversation, held while she was still in her kennel, was fast and furious and I could almost hear her thoughts:

"Hurry... I gotta go. Hurry. Hurry. Hurry. Gotta go. Gotta go. Gotta go!"

The door to the kennel was opened and I was almost bowled over by the frantic pup. I managed to get one shoe on and did a one legged hop while frantically trying to put on the other. Giving up, I opted to slide my other foot into a house slipper. 

A coat? Who needs a coat when there's a pup in distress? Only partially dressed, wearing a shoe on one foot and a slipper on the other, the dog and I wedged ourselves in the door frame as we made a very uncoordinated exit. 

Together, we sprinted down the drive and across the road. The pup was straining at her leash in an attempt to arrive at her favorite potty place. This was serious business.

"Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Oh yeah... gotta poo, gotta poo."

I stood at the edge of the road holding the other end of a retractable twenty foot leash while she jumped up and over a snowbank and assumed the position. A pickup, one of only half a dozen vehicles to drive by in an entire day slowed down and the driver waved as he went past.

With no coat on and mismatched footwear, his smile turned into a laugh as he gave me the thumbs up before driving on. 

Smart aleck.

Sadie became even more frantic.

"Oops, not here. Can't go here."

What the *^$_??

I watched as the pup, obviously in distress, smelled one place, assumed the poo position, only to abandon it for another a few feet away.

"Oh, here's a good one. Here's a good one." *Sniff Sniff* "Nope, not here. How about here?"

The goofy looking goldendoodle rejected fifty or a hundred places in the hardened snow, first sniffing, then turning around eight or ten times, before abandoning the potential sweet spot and striking out in search of a new one just a few feet away.

Thankfully, with snow coming down and a stiff northerly wind blowing, the pup finally found just the right place. She settled in, wiggled her rear a few times then looked at me as if saying that I shouldn't be watching her.

All turned out well and as of this particular moment, the ditch on the other side of Pentoga Road is a more fertile place.

Our trip to Iron Mountain was an uneventful one Tuesday morning. Sargie was made even more "purtified" at the beautician's while I ran a half dozen errands around town.

Back home, the Fed Ex man delivered my new/used computer. It's the exact replica of my old Macbook Pro and I couldn't be more delighted. Of course, it will be a day or two before everything is transferred from one to the other and the setup is complete. 

Jambo and I strolled to Pentoga Village. The boy's excited at the prospect of he and Germaine going to Florida for a week or two. About the only thing Jambo and I decided is that we'll meet back on Pentoga Road at the end of March or beginning of April to tap maple trees.

Sadie's being a good pup and well behaved, as well behaved as a four month old puppy can be. So far, she hasn't chewed anything of significance other than her chew toys. She's learned that dogs are not allowed on the furniture, that jumping up on a counter or a bed is a near death sentence, but is slow to understand that hopping up on two back legs to look out a window is also forbidden. 

She'll learn. Oh yes, by all that is holy, that four month old bag of rags will learn.

It's time to end and get the day started. I think I'll give Jambo a jingle and see if he's ready for our morning walk. Other than that, the sky's the limit.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road....

Today's random Alaska picture:
A successful beluga whale hunt in the far arctic
As a non native, I wasn't allowed to participate, only observe.