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Shed Hunting

A few years ago, I found out what shed hunting was. I found the idea fascinating, so I leashed Payton up with his harness and we went prowling out and about in the woods. Our timing was probably off, though, and we found nothing.
Last year, I remembered this, so leashed him up and away we went again. But again, we found nothing – and probably, again, had some bad timing.
This year, I remembered a bit earlier, and off we went!

Six miles of trekking around in the deep woods later, we still had nothing. I came home and researched and wondered if I was too late, but heard of a lot of people saying deer were still holding where they were.

Well, circumstances happened and we weren’t able to get out again for several weeks.
But then.

WE FOUND ONE! Our very first shed. I searched the surrounding area methodically but was unable to locate the partner. It’s not very big, but it’s still a shed!

Life then got back in the way, and by the time we headed out again, green grass had sprung up several inches across the woods. There might still be sheds out there, but we’ve missed our opportunity again for the year.

Next year – better planning? More sheds?
In the meantime, we have a lot of fun hiking and spending time together, just the two of us, sheds or no sheds.

Family Photo – Rizzo at 30 Weeks

Just a quick family photo to track how the baby is growing…

Weirdos Sleep Funny

My dogs are weird.

First of all, you have this puppy with a bedtime.
One night he actually stayed up past his bedtime and it was pretty earth shattering.

Like he was tired but also he wanted to play maybe?

“I know I should go to sleep and I kinda want to but also I want some belly rubs.”

Happy little guy up past his bedtime!

And then sometimes this happens…

For some reason Rizzo is totally cool with Kane sitting on his head.

Also, there’s this.

Like I feel like this is how drunk people sleep when they’re afraid they might vomit.

This may have been past his bedtime and it was just too bright in the living room so he needed to bury his head under a pillow…

Or maybe just curl up on top of the arm entirely…

Yeah, that’s obviously what the arms of sofas was intended for.

Also sometimes he does this thing where I’m working and he rolls over and rests his head against my shoulder. Possibly because he loves his mommy.

I love him too so I guess it works.