Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dogs. Show all posts

Thursday, April 29, 2010

High flows, high peaks, low productivity.

This is not a good thing to see. It is the flows for Boulder Creek. It has turned into Boulder River. The water is the color of chocolate milk. I can't see the fish. Who knows what is going on below the surface. It is giving me lots of time to tie more flies and read fishing blogs. Of course there is a bit of work, getting Ben a cool new race suit, and CTT stuff always to be done.
I love colorado.
Coach Mark and I got a short hike up to Brainard Lake yesterday. It is an amazing place to camp, hike, hang out, and hopefully fish this summer. It was still snowy and the lake was frozen, but we saw very few people and were able to wear the dogs out.
They like the mountains.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

The pack is growing.

The pack of dogs is growing and I am more determined than ever to be a good pack leader. If this doesn't make sense, you can check out one of my heroes, Cesar Millan. Of course you can just watch this South Park episode about him as well. The small white dog shaped animal is Mojdeh's Westie, Topper.
I come up with creative ways to walk the dogs. Holding them both seems too easy and when they try to run in different directions, this method is much more fun for me.
Today, we went snowboarding at Keystone. It was a Saturday. That is something that I wish to never repeat again. And the snow hasn't been very good. I am so spoiled. After a few runs, we took the dogs for a walk near Frisco. Beside the awesome bike path (that people cross country ski on now) was an igloo. I have never been to Alaska, but I imagine that this is what they all live in. It was made os snow that had been cut into blocks. I mean the thing was legit.
 We even brought the dogs inside, but they didn't seem to be very impressed. In fact, I think Lando was miserable because he caught a cold at the kennel when we went to New York.
 The Alaskan igloo.
 Living the dream, one day at a time.
I think that Topper might be gay. He holds up his paw and it looks like a limp wrist. Now I know that having a limp wrist doesn't automatically make you homosexual, but stereotypes come from somewhere!