A Thief In the Night

Unbeknownst (sp?) to me, my house was the popular place to be Thursday night. To make a long, miserable story shorter, someone made a lasting impression on my car. After they felt they had been thorough enough with my car, they selectively picked through Levi's tools, only taking a few expensive ones out of his toolbox. My purse, dvd player, keys, etc. inside my car were not touched. I thought that was very considerate of whomever it was.

These are only some of the spots that were keyed. They scratched every part of my vehicle: headlights, taillights, roof rack, brush guard, etc. Top to bottom. With the exception of my wheels, which I am very thankful for. The estimate came to over $9000.00. I had to take a minute and find my eyeballs after they had popped out of my head when I heard that.

And then, as if that wasn't enough, Sunday night rolled around and...

Levi got a rock through his back-glass, shattering it. Levi wasn't home when my car got it; he was home when his truck got hit. The cops were called and we've got a really good chance at convicting the ones who did it (we know who they are.) ;)

On the Boat Again!

Yesterday the temperature reached 90 degrees and that called for a celebration! We hooked up to my father-in-law's pontoon boat, loaded my car down with towels, sunscreen, water bottles, fishing poles, and (of course) the dogs! We unloaded down at Centennial Park and it was a blast! And it was the dogs' first time ever--they couldn't get enough of the whole experience.

Levi manning the wheel

Gracie & Roxie enjoying the wind and new smells

Gus riding shot-gun

Eric & his Batman fishing pole

A glimpse of the rare "man smile"

Centennial has these rocks spanning from one side of the canyon to the other. On either side of this picture were low-level water falls and shallow streams.
This was one of our favorite parts of the whole day!

The whole time wasn't carefree--as I was sitting off the back of the boat, dipping Gracie in the water to cool her off, the little swinging door bonked Gus on the butt. It was just enough to push him off the boat, into the water. And he was gone. I believe my heart stopped. It seemed like forever that he was submerged, and I was just about ready to jump in after him when his head finally surfaced. I grabbed him by all that extra skin and sat with him in the sun for a while. We thought for sure he'd be terrified of the water after that, but after a little coaxing and a helping hand, he was feeling a little more adventurous. Not nearly as fearless as Gracie (who seems to believe she is actually a Great Dane), but I was proud of him!