With whole-grain beer brewing, it was 'mashing and sparging'.
With a young GSD puppy and an adult GSD, it's 'gnashing and sparring'.
(*Though 'mashing and sparging' was fun to say in a pirate voice when beer brewing)
The mentoring continues. Joy to watch a spayed 2-1/2-year-old that's never had a litter of pups, come into her own being as a 'mother' and mentor for the pup.
And nothing says 'family' like a GSD pup young enough to have her fur still feel like a kazillion cotton balls, snuggle up to you at night. In fact, it occurred to me that I should have named her 'Cotton'. Partly due to the irony that she's (currently) predominantly black in color, but also because of that amazing GSD puppy fur that feels like one has thrust their hand into a gigantic bulk bag of cotton balls.
"I think I'll keep her."
-54 f on the front porch, -49 f. at the University/in town, and -45 f. at the airport.
Maybe we need to move our house to the main tarmac? Noisy, perhaps, but the loss of our inversion for 99% of this winter has gotten way old.
I'm going back to bed.
Pork link breakfast sausages with sage and pepper overtones, and easy-over eggs to follow... With Keto toast for me and sprouted whole wheat toast for my wife.. But not following too closely. I'm thinking early lunch... errr..... brunch.
My insulated cup of our recently mixed Espresso Blend and French roast beans, now made into coffee with 40% heavy whipping cream in it, that's going back to bed with me... with the remainder of last night's joint of a blend of Rare Dankness' Ghost Train Haze #1, Arjan's original Greenhouse Seeds Super Lemon Haze, Bodhi's Space Cake (my #1), and a touch of Bodhi's Soul Mate; the combination of that array of cannabinoids seeming to have a synergistic affect that can only be labeled as 'dangerous.' Just right for an early Saturday morning...... especially if one wants it to quickly become Sunday.
With a young GSD puppy and an adult GSD, it's 'gnashing and sparring'.
(*Though 'mashing and sparging' was fun to say in a pirate voice when beer brewing)
The mentoring continues. Joy to watch a spayed 2-1/2-year-old that's never had a litter of pups, come into her own being as a 'mother' and mentor for the pup.
And nothing says 'family' like a GSD pup young enough to have her fur still feel like a kazillion cotton balls, snuggle up to you at night. In fact, it occurred to me that I should have named her 'Cotton'. Partly due to the irony that she's (currently) predominantly black in color, but also because of that amazing GSD puppy fur that feels like one has thrust their hand into a gigantic bulk bag of cotton balls.
"I think I'll keep her."
-54 f on the front porch, -49 f. at the University/in town, and -45 f. at the airport.
Maybe we need to move our house to the main tarmac? Noisy, perhaps, but the loss of our inversion for 99% of this winter has gotten way old.
I'm going back to bed.
Pork link breakfast sausages with sage and pepper overtones, and easy-over eggs to follow... With Keto toast for me and sprouted whole wheat toast for my wife.. But not following too closely. I'm thinking early lunch... errr..... brunch.
My insulated cup of our recently mixed Espresso Blend and French roast beans, now made into coffee with 40% heavy whipping cream in it, that's going back to bed with me... with the remainder of last night's joint of a blend of Rare Dankness' Ghost Train Haze #1, Arjan's original Greenhouse Seeds Super Lemon Haze, Bodhi's Space Cake (my #1), and a touch of Bodhi's Soul Mate; the combination of that array of cannabinoids seeming to have a synergistic affect that can only be labeled as 'dangerous.' Just right for an early Saturday morning...... especially if one wants it to quickly become Sunday.
Juan taught us to clip the pointed end off to expose a central hole that runs the length of the shell. They are on every beach down there. Keep one in your pocket and ask for flowers to smoke in it.
