From the beginning

Well who would have thought that I would join the Blog Craze. Looks like everyone is doing it so why not give it a shot.
Today is Sunday and just finished a lunch of bbq burgers and baked fries sitting in front of the TV watching the Nextel Cup race. My vote for champion is Mark Martin and he was leading before leaving the room to turn computer on. Not really into NASCAR as much as I used to but would gladly have it occupy our TV over football anyday. The day is gorgeous here in the SF Bay Area, a perfect day to view the Blue Angels and Red Bull airshow over in the city. Took our dogs (TheBoys) to Albany bayfront park yesterday in hopes of getting a glimpse of the air action from the East Bay but too hazy to see anything. Heard the thunderous roar of those magnificent jets though. Dogs had a great time romping and playing around in the water with numerous other carefree dog friends. After a couple of unexpected mishaps to us humans we leashed up and left with two very wet and bay stinky dogs. I was caught by an unexpected tide surge and the husband was ambushed by Big Boy George (our Golden Retriever) making him fall down on drift wood and having a rather large splinter enter his finger, ouch! As we were leaving I was tripped by an underground root in the sand and fell down flat on my face, how embarassing. Sure didn't anticipate that kind of abuse from a fun outing. Once home the dogs got rinsed off of the seaweed and sand but Curious George went in search of dirt to rub himself dry. He came bounding back to me looking rather sheepish covered head to toe with a thick layer of dirt. I couldn't help from laughing as I rinsed him off once again. This time dear husband toweled him dry to keep him clean. Our other dog is PUNK a rather rare breed, Snaggle Toothed Terrier. He is macho looking but a big scaredy kat. He doesn't swim like George, instead he likes to run up and down the sandy area with the other dogs and wade only so far out into the water before running back in. If I am throwing a stick for George to fetch PUNK waits until George gets to wading area then grabs the stick from George in hopes of a chase. Most times George hangs on and the two go running the distance of the shoreline with stick in each others mouth. This is PUNKS most favorite thing to do even though it ires George and I completely. I usually have to have many sticks on hand to keep both happy. They are yearning to go again today but dad is busy changing oil in the vehicles and pressure washing the scissor lift we are trying to sell. Anybody interested in a scissor lift???