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7/23/16 Some Jamie news…

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Jamie has wanted to drive since he was, I don’t know, about 3. Kit cars, go-karts, you name it.

Last year, the family went camping in August, and when they came back (on Jamie’s 15th birthday), Dad took Jamie for his permit while Mom unloaded the sleeping bags.

So Jamie’s been driving on the permit for coming up on one year. He’s got like a bazillion hours behind the wheel, and is a very good driver.

Jamie saved up some money and bought a kit to make his old Panama Jack beach cruiser into a motorized bike. He’s been working on it for days. It’s upside down in the picture, but  you can see the gas tank, engine, and controls on the handlebars.

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(Jamie’s T-shirt has the DeLorean on it and says, ‘Don’t Flux With Me’)

Here’s the thing. The day after Jamie started working on his contraption – Mom says she can see him in his steampunk goggles and top hat, riding down the street – Dad went out, all unbeknownst to Mom, and bought Jamie this car (much to Jamie’s joy and astonishment!)

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Mom was beside herself! “How much is the insurance going to cost?” she fretted. Dad tried to soothe her. Mike and Erik were shocked, because Dad actually did something behind Mom’s back. Of course, they were delighted for Jamie (who christened the car “the 8 ball”) and were teasing him that “there’s no pressure for you to ace your driver’s test now, is there?”

Mom and Jamie actually cleaned out the garage to make room for the 8 ball, Zeus’ new room mate. It’s a tight fit, but it works.

I will post pictures and video (if I can get it to work) when Jamie gets the motorbike going. When Jamie passes his license exam, we’ll all have a WP celebration for my young human!

Woof! Love, Maggie

 

 

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11/7/14 A Dog and Her Boy

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We are getting to the time of year where it changes to dark time very quickly. It is not even 4:00 Human Standard Time here and already the sun is setting. Yesterday it was gloomy all day.

Today, however, the sun came out for a little while. Mom had put me in the crate (I always know when she is going to, even when she acts nonchalant about it) but explained that she had to get Jamie from school. I understand “Jamie” so I knew I’d be seeing him soon. I was glad, because I miss him while he is away studying all day. So the crate wasn’t too bad. I wasn’t in there too long.

When Jamie got home, I was let out with lots of petting and praise. Mom gave me a rawhide shaped like a donut and I chewed the living daylights out of it. Jamie took off his good clothes, meanwhile, and when he was done changing, we went into the back yard to take advantage of the fading sunlight. Jamie bought a K-9 Cannon that shoots the tennis balls all the way across the yard, and as soon as I saw it, I knew it was playtime.

To be honest, I am not good about fetching balls. I’d rather play with my stick instead. Which is actually a beat-up yellow Wiffle bat. I like the larger sticks, since I have a big jaw, and the bat works just fine. Dad hinted I might be getting a new one for Christmas.

Anyway, Jamie shot the balls out of the Cannon and I ran around like I was going to fetch, but instead I doubled back, crouched low to the ground, and Hairy Bullet-ed to my stick. I ran around with that while Jamie gave chase. Then we had a couple of great tug-o-war sessions:

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I did end up victorious in one round. Jamie slipped and went rolling over and over on the grass. I happily chewed the stick. Mom brought Jamie the gardening gloves, and then he won again.

I had a good play, and now it’s time for a nap.

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Woof! Love, Maggie