Dog Days of Winter

The year of our dude 2025 began fine enough, but then four days in whammo, winter storm. Fun for a day while we played in the snow. Putting Antarctica jackets to good use. 

 

Ten days later, things finally got back to normal. But the damage had been done. January was an indulgent month. Impromptu crazy expensive sushi dinners on a random night.

  

No Levi in the picture because he's a working man. Just like that Rush song. Only this working man is usually found manning window #2 in the McDonald's drive thru. Funny how no one ever spells the word through correctly when it refers to a drive up window at a restaurant.

 

He did manage to make one important dinner, more sushi, this time on his birthday.

Not all the indulgence took place outside the home. One Saturday feast, a quasi-cafe with Eva.

Home from work in time to spend two hours talking about US history with Justin, Levi finally found someone who can keep up with him on the topic.

More candles for birthday dinners. This one about 45 days late, and in Cancun Mexico. I'm told I was a bit salty at this dinner due to some work and mezcal issues earlier in the day.

 

Squeezing in another trip, this up the road to Canada.

 

 

 

Throughout all of this indulgence, Rubble remained at home waiting for us to return home

 

 

 Snuggle Puggle.

 

 

 

 

This boy knows how lucky he his. But still, I think he wants a sibling. Someone to take him in hand, and show him how to move on from cars and people going by the house. Or maybe to join in.

A potential sibling came at the first chance to save another dog. At the animal shelter I discovered Lucky. He was in not great shape psychologically, the dogs don't get a lot of attention while they wait for their chance to move to the Humane Society next door for adoption. He clearly just wanted to give and receive affection, so after 15 seconds outside in the cold we came back in. But I couldn't bear the idea of putting him back in his cage for the second straight week. So we just sat together for over half an hour. This guy is going to be make some family crazy happy. An update will come on the next post, with Lucky hopefully gone from the Humane Society and in his forever home.

In protest, Rubble threw himself against a moving trailer. Not just a pretty face.

 Fear not, he's healing nicely. A dozen stitches can't slow this boy.

Those Peloza Kids: The Lost Tapes

You'd think I lost the tapes, it's been so long since the last update. Realizing that the holiday season is upon us and I'll have at least 4 pictures through the next week, I should post what's been going on over the past couple of months.

First, marching band season happened.The final practice of the season, creation by Eva.

State semi-finals. Timed the drive to E-town perfectly, 2 hours one-way for 9 minutes.

With the rest of the day ahead of us, three of us head to Louisville for a late lunch. Passed 500 away from the stadium where finals would take place, but that's not for another 8 hours.... Let's go get some lunch and watch dad unintentionally eat a fly. Here's the reaction.

Recording the end of season through the eyes of the band, first the alumni tour at Morton which took place the day before finals this year.

 

 And this year, a yard sign.

 

And a shot after the finals performance in Louisville. Just me this time. After lunch we antiqued and then drop the girls back in Lexington. Had a lie down and then back for the final show.

 

 

Eva gave the best performance of her life, IMO, at the December showcase. The pictures don't fully capture it, partly because the surprise musical accompaniment made it extra special. Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies.

The honorary Peloza big kid, Justice,along with Judith took in their first American football game.

 

 

Along the way, there's Rubble.

 

 Hey, this dog needs help!

Dad, dad, can we help this guy? Please?

Halloween came. Doesn't Halloween have an apostrophe? Like Hawaii? Spell check says no.

In automotive news...

For the Napolean Dynamite reference earlier (it was cryptic, but real fans know), a dream we never we knew we had until we lived it. Watching Napolean Dynamite at the Burl Brew.

 

And some days later, we'd be back for lunch and game time.

For Thanksgiving, our annual trip to Illinois. More snuggle buggin'

As usual, the fire and those who hover around it, were the stars.

 

One more road trip, with a birthday as a bonus, was back to Canada. To kick off the big day dad took the kids to, you guessed it, a bar.

Then the big dinner event. What would say if you've lived on this earth for 91 years?

 

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