
Dog Traps
Today is Thursday and we are back home. We pulled into the garage at almost the exact same time (within 10 minutes) as we left one week ago. It occurs to me that even though today is Thursday, I am still blogging about last weekend. I’m going to have to hurry up before I forget it all!
So, above you can see the picture of my parents’ dog pens – which Samuel referred to as “dog traps”. Who knew we had an animal rights activist in our family?

Our tomato lover!
Peter continues to surprise us with his love of tomatoes. Other than myself, he is the only one who will eat them.
On Monday morning, my dad graciously agreed to take the boys fishing at the Leona River. I use the term “river” loosely because it is mostly dry. But there are some deep spots and we even saw a couple of nice-sized catfish. But we saw them from a distance because these are apparently worm-snob catfish. My dad thought they might have liked something called “stink bait” better but I still hold to the theory that the boys throwing rocks at them had the catfish – and all other wildlife – more concerned about living through the experience than eating.
It didn’t help matters that the boys were not terribly thrilled about going. I think we got off to a bad start when Daisy jumped into my dad’s truck and took up most of the backseat. That left the boys pushing and shoving and generally unhappy about the situation. Here’s my little video I took from the comfort of the front seat on the way down:
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When we got there, this is what the boys did:

Throwing rocks

Poppy & Peter fishing

Matthew helping Poppy

Waiting patiently to leave (with the worms).

Watching the Gar swim
And despite all the misery…

Samuel {hearts} Daisy!
If I could have had a dog for Samuel when he got home, I would have. But Grandpa didn’t think I’d be too popular. But Samuel would love me.
Your pics are wonderful. Thanks for sharing. We always love to see a tomato eater. Yea, for one!!!
You know if you ever buy us a dog, it will immediately make the trip to your house, where the boys can come and visit it.