winding down

just got back today from newfoundland. long fucking night, holy shit. left deer lake noon yesterday, pulled into driveway in collina at 5am this morning, slept from 6am-10am, packed and headed back here to freddy. the night was made even longer by the fact that the dog totally almost died in the truck while the boat was at sea.

for some reason dad doesn't like bringing pets on deck to the kennell, so we always lock the dog in her portable kennell and leave her in the vehicle. this normally works, but i think the crossing my have been a bit too hot for her. we were on deck in the wind for most of the trip, and a sweater was all that was necessary. below in the vehicle deck was fucking SWELTERING. when we got to the car, we opened it up to a choking, sweaty, terrified little pekingese. it had busted out of the kennell and sweat everywhere because of the hardcore heat. i guess after she jumped back into the backseat and the leash got caught on the front seat so she just hung there choking and sweating for who knows how long.

we untangled the leash, and she choked and hacked on the floor for a while, panting. then gave her some water... she must have drank almost a whole liter. then her neck started to swell, so we took off her collar, and gave her more water. then tim talked to her and petted her until she calmed down. when i sat in the truck she came leaping at me choking and gasping. her eyes were bugging out and her tongue was actually BLUE. the dog's ugly enough, so this was goddamned terrifying.

the family reunion was interesting. lots of old people i had forgotten still remembered me. i broke the fan in the hall by accidentally hurling helium balloons into it... kinda. got loaded drunk... a couple times. ate lots of bomb awesome newfie food that i haven't had in a while... fish 'n bruise (sp?), pease pudding, moose heart (well, i didn't eat that), salt beef, and piles of other awesome, awesome shit.

got to show tim all those little things and places about my childhood that i wanted to. we took a walk with some drunk beavers, sat on the dock with our feet in the water looking at the fishes... laugh at stupid kids jumping off the nicholsville bridge... to their doom.

returned home with grandmother-made raspberry jam, bakeapple jam, a moose ring from tim, a set of pots from nan, also, a towel, a sandwich maker, TWELVE BAGS OF SUGAR!!?!?!?///111wfttfsdfhsdfh!??!11, a sweater, and some divided frying pans.

all in all, other than fighting with kat for being a bitch, and the scary dying dog incident, it was an excellent vacation in all respects... except the bed.

less than three,
shar

... ps-- my birthday is on friday!!