The wide green lawn of forever

It was a perfect February day, unseasonably warm and sunny. I decided to take Bo for a walk around the block, just to get out of the house. HB was totally up for it, so I dressed her in her winter coat (it was warm for February, not balmy), and got Bo’s leash out. He responded immediately, tearing up and down the stairs to the front door, excited to be going outdoors. It took me some amount of time to get his leash on.

HB wanted to hold his leash as we were walking. I didn’t want her to, for fear that she wasn’t big enough at all of five years old. ‘I can do it, Daddy!’ she insisted. I finally relented, after listening hard for any other dogs out. Bo was never socially adapted — his idea of a good time was full combat with any dog big or small, instead of the more formal butt-sniffing-how-d’ya-do. I gave her the leash, making sure she was holding it so she could let go if Bo took off, and down the street we went.

Bo behaved himself, placidly walking down the sidewalk, his black nose leading him from bush to bush, HB proudly holding his leash. We rounded the corner at the halfway mark of our block, and… disaster. Two dogs in a fenced yard I had forgotten about started barking. In slow motion, I saw Bo’s muscles bunch under his shaggy coat, and then he sprang forward. HB took three steps, arm outstretched holding the leash, and then took flight, sailing five feet through the air before landing belly-first on the driveway of the dog owner’s driveway. She clung to the leash and was dragged fully fifteen feet before she let go, the shiiiiiikkkk of her jacket sliding on the cement the only sound I heard.

Putting the ‘good’ in Goodfather, one day at a time.

Bo was Socko’s dog.* It’s hard watching a member of the family get older, but it became clear over the last few weeks that he was suffering. My ex-wife met Socko, Bo and me at the Animal Hospital, and we had a sad reunion in which Bo was put to sleep. I cried with HB in the parking lot, holding her close, and she was five again with her face downcast as I treated her knees, saying, ‘I thought I could hold him, Daddy.’

It was hard coming home without Bo, and explaining to Panda that he would never be coming home again. This is her first experience with death, and we talked about how Bo is in doggie-Heaven now, a wide green lawn of forever.

*If you ever read this Socko, let me say again that I am truly sorry for your loss.

The Elusive Flaming Geyser

Last weekend, Julia and I decided to take the girls on a little roadtrip. We live in Western Washington, which is an incredible area of beautiful mountains, forests, rivers, and ocean shores, but we haven’t explored much of it at all. We’d like to get out more, so last weekend we decided to do just that. We set the bar low: no 10-mile hikes, rock climbing, hang-gliding, or survival hikes. Just a nice stroll in a park we’d never been to.

Julia found the Flaming Geyser State Park out on highway 169 which looked perfect. Not far from our house, and real flaming geyers! Sounds cool enough. From the state website, “The park’s most unique feature is its “geysers” (methane seeps)” fed from underground coal seams. There are over four miles of hiking trails, and you can explore the edge of the Green River, which runs through the park. It sounded absolutely perfect for us. We embarked on our journey.

We never made it.

Apparently, highway 169 was washed out right at the park. The road was closed, with a detour routing us around the park and back onto the highway three miles beyond it. I never got to see huge vents of orange flames shooting three hundred feet into the air, with occasional methane fireballs scorching nearby mountain-tops, or feel the blast-furnace heat blister the paint on my car in the parking lot. I was Disappointed. But my beautiful wife saved the outing by finding a smaller park with access to the river, where we spent some time exploring.

Beautiful Wife Saves Me Again

Julia graciously offered to host my blog post today by disclosing tons of really personal information about me. Naturally, I thought it was a great idea. My job search is still grinding on (I received a call from a recruiter today looking for someone with experience in something I hadn’t even heard of). I’m meeting with our clothing wholesaler on Thursday as we prepare for Flea Market Madness. I finished my first University of Phoenix class last night, and today I start my second on Technical Writing. I believe it will teach me how many electrons make up the dot of an ‘i’. I hope.

My husband

1. He’s sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?
Scifi Channel

2. You’re out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?
Blue Cheese

4. You go out to eat and have a drink, what does he order?
Diet coke

5. Where did he go to high school?
Spokane, WA

6. What size shoe does he wear?
11

7. If he was to collect anything, what would it be?
Star Trek Stuff

8. What is his favorite type of sandwich?
Cheese Bagel, cooked ham and Gouda

9. What would this person eat every day if he could?
M&M’s

10. What is his favorite cereal?
Lucky charms, but I don’t think he has had that in a looong time

11. What would he never wear?
long hair

12. What is his favorite sports team?
He doesn’t watch sports

13. Who did he vote for?
Obama

14. Who is his best friend?
I am

15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn’t do?
Nothing, at least that what he keeps saying, I am sure there is something though

16. What is his heritage?
French

17. You bake him a cake for his birthday:
German Cheesecake

18. Did he play sports in high school?
nope, he was a band geek

19. What could he spend hours doing?
sitting in front of the computer, blogging, playing WoW, any other RPGs

20. What is one unique talent he has?
Being funny, he can make a joke out of almost anything!