Tomorrow, Brad and I are driving out of the North (yay!) and west into BC. On Saturday, we'll take a ferry over to the Queen Charlotte Islands, where we will luxuriate in all the freedom our beach-side cottage rental can offer.
This ALSO means that my last day of work was today.
(Wait, I want to do that again):
THIS MEANS THAT MY LAST DAY OF WORK WAS TOOODDDDDDAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wheee!
I'm not sure how connected we'll be for the next few weeks; I've been communicating with the cottage owner via email, so there's bound to be internet somewhere on the island, and if this is the case, I shall do my best to avail myself of these services in an effort to keep you all updated with stories and pictures of our hijinks so you don't think we've dropped off the end of the earth/country or anything.
I'm going to make sure I enjoy the next few weeks, as they are most likely the last relaxing weeks we'll have for ... well, ever. I hear babies are pretty time-consuming, and even though the dogs have been attending babysitting courses since we found out we were pregnant, apparently society frowns upon having your pets take care of your newborn infant as full-time nannies. Whatever.
But, we will be assembling all sorts of baby gear during the month of August, which will no doubt lead to an enormous number of posts wherein I bemoan our limited ability to follow simple furniture assembly instructions, so there's that to look forward to.
And that just reminded me! Brad and I totally scored this weekend and picked up a barely used Graco playpen, a hiking stroller, and a hiking backpack baby-carrier, all for $100! I love when people keep their baby stuff, move to the North with it all, and then sell it to us when they suddenly realize their seven year old isn't a baby anymore and that they are definitely running out of basement storage space.
On another note, this week Ida and I had a major dog washing session trying to prepare two unwanted dogs for their trip down south.
Here is the first Rastafarian dog we've ever fostered:
See those extra "tails"? They're dreadlocks. We cut at least one full grocery bag of mats off this guy before his scrub in the tub. His undercoat was so thick I had to brush for what seemed like ages just to get a glimpse of skin. BUT SERIOUSLY, as if he doesn't have the most adoptable face EVER.
And then, one of the skinniest dogs we've ever fostered:
Looking slightly less ridiculous:
As a result of some genetic mishap, this guy's lower jaw stops short a good two inches from the end of his snout. Poor little overbite.
The more dogs we interact with up here that've lived their entire lives chained to boxes through all kinds of weather, without being fed and watered regularly, and without regular human or dog interaction, the more we realize that they really don't have aggressive bones in their bodies.These two didn't know Ida and I at all when we picked them up on Monday night, but they let us brush them, bathe them, dry them off, haul them in and out of the car, pull them through doorways (they'd never been inside anywhere), without even so much as a lip-lift. I mean, they were petrified, but there was no fighting, no growling, nothing.
But now these boys are on their way to new and happy indoor lives, with owners
who'll feed them well and take them on hikes and adventures. No more chains and outdoor kennels, being ravaged by bugs or frozen by ice and snow.
And WE are on our way to our summer! adventure! And don't worry, I'll schedule some posts to appear on here for the time we're away just in case I can't get online during our travels, so keep visiting the site!
And Happy July!