New Dog

I takin got me a new doog. Somewhat handy to have around and that.., not too tough on the pocketbook either. Am teaching her some things, she's got her name ( Riika ) and sit halfways figured out so I guess I will not put the dunce hat on her quite yet.

She looks real similar to this.

Here she is attempting to stare down a deer. Not quite brave enough to chase them yet, so she settles for a mean glare and then stalks off.

To make up for talking somewhat coarsely about her right out in public like that, here is some evidence that she is a quick learner. She learned how to drink out of the horse trough. Better to take it a little steady, maybe not try to jump right in.

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Help Moldy

So it turns out that our dear brother Moldy is very nearly legally blind, (which explains why he's so terrible at Ping Pong) Say!! That reminds me of a story! The other night I thoroughly smayshed Fatty at a friendly game of PP, and.. Say! That reminds of another story! I finally cleared my Clunker out of the shop and now Ernie says he is going build a PP table in the shop. Anyways Moldy was hoping you would help him choose some new glasses, so please take the time to vote on the choices. #1 is the top, 2 is middle, which leaves 3 for the bottom. No ballot box stuffing please.

The Big Drift

Sledding in the Simcoes

Here are some videos and pics of a recent excursion to Simcoe Mts.

Pictures by Ernie.

Trying to carve. 1st try: Epic Failage.

Second try: A little better.

Ernie dominating the hill.

A little more scenery and other stuff.

The Further Adventures of Moldy's Whiskers.

Moldy went out sailing,

The wind blew down the mast;

He hoisted up his whiskers,

And never went so fast.

Moldy was a camper,

No tent or cot for him;

He strung his whiskers 'twixt two trees,

And then he climbed right in.

Moldy went out chopping,

He struck a mighty blow;

He pinned down all his whiskers,

And then his tears did flow.

Moldy was a goalie,

He was a sieve in net;

He put his whiskers in the game,

They haven't scored one yet.

MOLDY'S WHISKERS

I have a dear old Brother For whom I nightly pray He has a set of whiskers They're always in the way Chorus: Oh, they're always in the way The cows eat them for hay They hide the dirt on Moldy's shirt They're always in the way My Brother was a soldier He fooled the enemy He wrapped his whiskers round him They thought he was a tree Repeat Chorus My Brother was a swimmer No bathing suit for him He tied his whiskers round his waist And then he dove right in Repeat Chorus Moldy had a strong back Now it's all caved in He stepped upon his whiskers And walked up to his chin Repeat Chorus I have a dear old Sister ( in law) She likes his whiskers too She uses them for dusting And cleaning out the flue Repeat Chorus Moldy's beard is long and grey It gets longer every day Debbie eats it in her sleep Says it tastes like shredded wheat