Gma A. blogs countrified memoirs; is a nature lover; a caregiver for pets and people; writer and merch designer. Mental health musings, Money-saving, Homesteading, Recipes and (Pre) Retirement
If I had ingrown nails on all my toes… and you told me I had to run a 5k, with a Radio Flyer strapped to my back…uphill…both ways, in a blizzard —
That’s just about equal to a 6+ hour round trip so Septua- and Octogenarians and their kin can mumble about crap that happened half a century ago {within earshot of each other}; while eating questionable potluck.
YUP 0.o – Took my Dad {2nd Elder}, Daughter and Granddaughter {Youngest present}. What was I thinkin’?
Even after our tumble, {<-camping pt 1} — I managed a short trail run with Rosey! She was a fluid black streak, and my rusty muscles where saying “Oh My Gawwwwd! Slow down!” {Once upon a time I loved to run trails. I think she’s literally dragging me into it again.}
Z and I had adventures with walnuts and wishing on stars. Campfire tending, petting other dogs and “How to give Grandma a heart attack on the Razor scooter; downhill 0.0 ”
I took a tumble … here’s my scary dog tale – Friday
Tired Rosey post camping nap.
The scene… I was flying down Hwy 136. The van is packed to the gills with gear. Jasper the Fat Housecat is in his crate, ridin’ shotgun. Rosey is on the middle floorboard with only her collar on. {No harness because it had already snapped when she bolted as I was trying to load her in.} …As I rounded a curve, she shimmied under the driver’s seat and came up between my legs.
Now I’m only 4ft 10 1/2in tall. I drive with a pillow to reach the pedals anyway; so a 30 pound dog wedged in does NOT help matters. 0.0
At that point {thank Goddess no cars around} I coasted to the next country road while petting her. She sat still till I got the van half way off the pavement in the tall grass. Parked, then with a death grip on her collar, I shuffled her out and around to the opposite sliding door.
THAT’S WHEN she pulled us both into a 4 foot drainage ditch!! Aaahhh! Ass over applecart into the thick saw grass.
But I never let go of that damn collar. We broke each other’s fall. I didn’t break any bones. A few scratches. Caught my breath, then I let her pull me up the embankment! Finally got her secured in the backseat on the second try.
WHEW! Friends and Confidantes that was an adventure – before the adventure with Z ever started. Camping part 2 here. #bordercollie #camping #Indiana #grandparents
{Teddy has been with my granddaughter, “Z” since she was a few days old. She’ll be 5 years in the fall.}
Teddy has been slobbered on by dogs, left in the yard, and at the sitters. He rides in her bike basket. He’s been washed, bleached, and re-sewn– though I didn’t do a very good job on his eyeball button; so he’s starting to look a little Tim Burton-ish! HA!
He lost his bow a long time ago; but he’s still her best friend. So her Daddy entered Teddy in the Lysol Teddy Bear Repair Contest.
SO… from recently being in the lost- and found at the local gas station; to NEW YORK! For a makeover from Lysol. I’m as excited as she is! {I really hope all the Teddy Bears make it back home safely!}
Friends and Confidantes, file it under random cuteness – Gma Auburn {Jen}
“I’m gonna give hearts to everybody in the whole world!”- Z
YUP 0.o – Took my Dad {2nd Elder}, Daughter and Granddaughter {Youngest present}. What was I thinkin’?
Grandma Auburn Designs 