People ask, “How was your summer? What ya been up to of late, Dave?”
All I can think to say is,
“Well, I got married, it’s been crazy great.”
“Cool. Well, the bunch of us are all going to Burning Man next week, you should come,”
“I’d love to, but I”ll be married then too,”
“Oh, right on, well, you should totally consider it for next year, there are tons of hot ladies, covered in mud,”
Feeling the need to emphasize the new life I’ve been living, I confess,
“Did I mention we got a new puppy?”
“Holy crap, your life is totally over. Those things don’t run away on their own. Bummer dude. Later … NOT.”
With the Fall comes the realization that summer is over.
It’s been a great year thus far. Our pup Shadow weighs nearly 50-pounds now–halfway to full-grown Malamute. We’ve had the luxury of spending all of our time with her, taking her everywhere we go in hopes she’ll grow to be a well-developed dog that doesn’t pee on your feet when met with a new circumstance.
We’ve taken her on outback hikes in grizzly country, and successfully wrangled her away from moose in our front yard. We’ve danced with her at open-air concerts; and toted her along to various auctions, festivals, farmer’s markets; with hundreds of people and their dogs to bump noses with. She’s endured all-day car rides and daily quick trips to the market and Post Office. She goes with us everywhere; and if she can’t go, we make new plans.
Here are just a few of photos we’ve taken this summer, showing how we spent our Not so Bummer vacation with our little girl who is growing up nicely.
Too bad Burning Man won’t allow dogs–not.
Barely able to hold her tiny head up when sleepy, Shadow came to us at the young age of 6 weeks. I used to hold her in one hand, now it takes two just to help her onto our bed.
Our first 4th of July together, Shadow sat on my lap for a 14-hour drive. No howling or startled dog shivers from the display. We watched the fireworks explode over Idaho Falls, about an hour from the city as we drove.
After a day of Rendezvous Pageants, Rock and Roll concerts in the street, and a thousand groping hands wishing to adore her with as we walk, Shadow finally decides to take McCartney’s advice and just “Do it in the Road,”
7th inning stretch.
At about 12 weeks, Shadow was half the size of Maritess.
A six mile trip around Green River Lake.
Hey, we’re not afraid of hair.
We need to come to an understanding.
A fan fav, Shadow steals the show at another outdoor music fest.
En route to pick up our pup, Maritess and I experience the last of our independent, worry free travels in the park.
The madonna and her child.
Puppy Training is enough to make you shit yourself.
Duhhhya, playing the bonemoncia.
Just out of my backcast, Shadow roams about.
Simple high country beauty.
Forget the chicken, what about them antelope …
I don’t even want to think about what she swallows along the “sea”shore anymore .
No island is a man.
Boat trip to upper Fremont Lake.
Back yard projects all summer.
Too cute for words.
Where’s the poop deck?
I love you, what’s your name?
Lila and Shadow, Red Lodge.
Mask with many expressions.
See shadow REM, rem, rem, rem.
Fall by the wayside.
Lamma, lamma, ding dong.