I Done Got Dog Bit!

Actually, I was bitten three times today... voluntarily! My dog handlers offered me the chance to wear the bite suit and be the bad guy. Who in his right mind could turn down the opportunity to run from something out of a nightmare while wearing a sweat/saliva soaked, baby blue Michelin Man suit that is as light and form-fitted as a wet roll of shag carpet? Of course, I had to accept. The decision was made easier by my other option, which was being eternally labeled as a chicken.

The rules were fairly simple:

1.) Keep my hands up and in. Fingers are bad for the dog's digestion, so it is wise not to put them a position to be eaten.
2.) Don't look at the dog as he bites me. This keeps the dog from going at my face. It sounds unnatural at first, but hiding my eyes (while concurrently squealing like a little girl) was much easier than I care to admit.
3.) Keep fighting the dog until told to stop. This encourages him hold on hard and not look around for a funner spot to chew on, such as my crotch, fingers, feet, face, etc. BTW, "funner" is a word.
4.) Don't fall on the dog. Over $30,000 has probably been invested in the dog. Vets are a dime a dozen.

BTW, dogs are telepathic. I know I heard a gleeful, demented voice crowing in my brain while I was getting drug through the dirt and pine needles... "Check my prostate again you bleep bleeped, bleep bleeping bleep of a bleep, I dare you!"

-Nate

Pumpkin Carving Party

All of the Veterinarians gathered last night to carve our pumpkins together.




Nathan and I are a great carving team.
I scoop out the pumpkin and draw the design
and he wields the knives and carves.

This was all worked out last year, the first time we carved pumpkins around each other, when Nathan witnessed my knife skills first hand. He made a house rule that I'm no longer allowed to use knives for recreational purposes. I don't like the actual carving process anyway so it works out.



Nathan workin' his mad knife skills!





The finished product, he told everyone it was a self portrait.




His self portrait. All lite up.





Another Vet carved this bio-hazard symbol I thought turned out pretty cool.





After everyone finished we gathered them all together to take pictures. The bottle of Capt. Morgans is an ongoing inside joke amongst this crew so it had to be put in the picture. The pumpkin next to the bottle is actually a gourd someone found and thought was pretty cool. Being around all of these Vets the gourd became a popular topic of discussion regarding what diagnosis it would have been given.






After the sun went down we lite up all of our pumpkins and took even more pictures.

Walking the Dropzone

You know your an Army wife when you spend your Sunday morning "rucking" (walking or marching with your full ruck sack on) the 7 mile perimeter of an active drop zone.





Sorry Dad, I did not have a ruck on myself but everyone else did. We took all three of our dogs and our friends took theirs too.





When we arrived that morning the red flags were up around the zone signaling that the range was open. No worries though, the range is far enough away that it wouldn't bother us to walk that morning. It was a beautiful day with a strong cool breeze and the sounds of heavy artillery were in the air.