The dog days are over…wait…

Summer= too short in MN.  Today the first leaves of fall may have been spotted.  No, I don’t joke about these things.  (Talk to J if you need proof of that). So it’s been kind of busy around here trying to cram a million and half things in and spending time with some of my favorite people.

Like last weekend: spur of the moment trip to Rochester.

Tiffany and Laura were great road trip companions.

Tiffany’s parents showed us the sights of Rochester and it was wonderful.  We even took in the Olmsted County Fair.

I forgot how much I love county fairs until this moment in the cow barn. Luckily there were no miracles (also it was 100 degrees).

Surprisingly, they did not ask me to milk this cow but I did get to practice milking a fake cow.  Highlight of the day.

Another highlight was the ice cream.  Some would say it was the world’s best ice cream.  Others would say we had the world’s best ice cream in Argentina last summer.  It’s hard to say who’s right, but it was delicious. (and the photo credit goes to Laura for all these great pics of our road adventure—my camera may or may not be working, I haven’t had the heart to test it).

Like any good trip, ice cream was involved.

Not to out-do last weekend but this weekend has been pretty summer-spectacular and dog- related (hence the title of this post has many facets).  For all the dog stories/drama today you would think I own a dog.

  • Powderhorn Art Fest: Woman carrying dog strapped to the front of her body (like a small baby).
  • Man talking and walking dogs in circles while waiting for his coffee–and taking pictures of the dogs with his phone AND showing the dogs.
  • And then maybe the most traumatizing incident.  J and I were walking around a seemingly cute neighborhood, waiting for our pizza to be done.  We come across a house with a small dog tied up in the front yard.  As we approach the dog does not bark or run to us.  When we get closer it runs to us, barking wildly. J screams first and there is running and screaming from both of us.  The leash was a mile long and as I’m running to the street the dog bites me.  I’m hoping I don’t get rabies or some other disease, it’s my half birthday this week, exciting things are going to be happening.
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