Des Moines!

Summer to Fall in five days. More fodder will be added.

Vail -more to come...

bike race
Jensy
The Nixons

Advil scare and back to daycare (almost)

Last night around this time (8-ish p.m. MT), Brixton cracked the secret code re: how to open a bottle of infant Advil. This was followed by a unsupervised, un-witnessed consumption of /or not of the product. Once detected, Mom and Dad provided a motor-cade (Dad was illegally speeding!) to our neighborhood KP to ensure she was okay. Thankfully our fav 'after hours' doctor was there and quickly let us know that worse case, had the entire bottle been ingested, Brixton would experience nothing more than a tummy ache. Whew! After consuming a precautionary sleeve of saltines, Brixton was spent and slept the night away. And woke up this morn in a great mood ready to watch the ever-entertaining Sprouts network. Tonight was the Highlands Ranch Town Square Kindercare summer picnic. Brixton was reunited with classmates, friends and foes, and Brooklyn got to meet her future three day-a-week provider (Martha, the best). Here's a pic of Brixton pre-Advil scare watering flowers and a pic of Brooklyn trying to catch a fly.

A day of first

First day without Quintin. First day of being members of Cherry Hills Community Church. First day that B and Brixton took a real/long bike ride.

Quintin: February 1997 - Aug. 5, 2011

Our buddy.
Quintin.   A name that evokes so many feelings: love, friendship, loyalty, protection, anxiety, frustration, intense fondness for food, pain, and peace.   Quintin was adopted from a Petsmart in April 1997.  From day one it was obvious that he had a very thick skull, a small brain, a wet tongue, and a huge heart.  Quintin tested boundries daily, ate everything he could get his tongue on, and demonstrated love and loyalty like no other dog.  Throughout his life he pulled his people along many trails and gave away loving licks even when they were not solicited.  In his later years he developed arthritis in his hips, he survived liver cancer, and with each new gray fur, he gained a little knowledge.  His physical condition eventually caused him a lot of pain.  In the end, he struggled up and down stairs to be with his family or possibly snag a bite of human food.  He reluctantly laid down or got up as his hips creaked into position.  He fell often when his back leg muscles gave out or the hip pain was too much to bear.  We elected to assist Quintin with his passing to end any further suffering or pain.  We wanted to give him the love and loyalty that he expressed his entire life.  A few hours after his passing, a beautiful rainbow appeared right in front of our house and it lasted about 20 minutes.  We truly feel like it was a message from Quintin that he made it to the meadow before the "Rainbow Bridge" where he can run pain free and eat McDonalds cheeseburgers every day.  We know that he will wait patiently for us and greet us with his wagging tail and wet tongue when we reunite.