Waiting for the storm of the century

Bundled up, and ready for the sleet, hail, rain and very cold temps.

One week until Super Bowl Sunday

This is the view of Cowboy Stadium, from a spot 2 minutes from our house. It's about as close to the stadium as mom plans on getting. She might check out some happenings in Fort Worth, but not getting anywhere near Arlington - too much traffic.

Sunshiny Day

It was so beautiful here today. Sunny and warm. So mom and dad took me and Arnie on a hike along the river. It's wooded, but close to home. We walked about 3 miles, and we were huffing and puffing at the end (me and Arnie, anyway - we are seriously out of shape). Now we're snoozing on the couch.

This is me, posing along the trail. Notice how good I'm staying - mom's been working really hard on my "stay".

BEERKNURD UPDATE

Mom's been kind of slacking on her quest for 200 beers. Weekends have been either lazy, rainy, cold or busy. So no going into Fort Worth for some beer at the Flying Saucer.

But she went to the FW Stock Show and Rodeo last weekend, and dad suggested they stop for a beer on the way home. Didn't have to ask HER twice! She added 3 more beers to her tab, ate a deeeelish Rueben, and watched the Bears lose. All wins in her book.

This isn't one of the beers she tried, because it was her first beer on her tab. Don't you love the name?

Wordless Wednesday

Made mom proud

After working my butt off all week, I rocked it at class. We ran a course, and I took every jump. Never hesitated. Whew!

I also did a really tough "send" to a jump then the a-frame. Mom didn't think I'd do it, but I nailed it.

Here's me on the a-frame. Not at class, but at my last trial. But check out the concentration. That's why I'm good at what I do.

Training by braille

Things are getting ridiculous around here. Mom had to work late again, but decided to train me anyway. No matter that it was dark. No matter that we have no lights in the yard. She grabbed me, the treats and her perky attitude and made me work LIKE THIS:

OK, it wasn't quite THAT dark. But it was NOT daylight, I can tell you that. But I did my job, working really far away from mom (of course). She's really started pushing the whole "distance" thing, especially at the weave poles. Sheesh, the woman never stops thinking of things to work on.

When we came back inside, I guess dad had been watching us out the window. He asked her what the "twirly move" was. She proudly told him "a front cross. I'm really working hard to do more of those". To which dad replied, "you better start working a LOT harder. You almost did a face plant on the last one." Boy, was she mad....tee hee.