We have two dogs. Two large, silly dogs. When they are misbehaving I call them “Frick and Frack”. Frick being the Siberian Huskey, he is only five and a half years old, but an instigator for sure. Frack is the nine and a half year old Collie Lab, who was as loyal as they come, until Frick arrived.

Today was such a beautiful, gorgeous day. The weather made it seem more like August than the second of October. We took this opportunity to bathe Frick and Frack before winter so they would be nice and clean and wouldn’t get too cold drying off. A few hours after their bath, they still weren’t dry so I let them out back while I put the little guy down for a nap. Frack usually knocks when he wants to come in and since I hadn’t heard a knock I kinda forgot they were out there.

A half hour or so passes by and the phone rings… It was ByLaw calling asking about our dogs. My husband and I both were confused as we thought they were having their usual afternoon nap in the hallway, then I remembered letting them out! Apparently my Husband left the gate open out back and as loyal as they are, they set off on an adventure.

None of the neighbourhood kids playing on the street payed any attention to the two of them setting off down the street going for their own walk without us! However, a nice family two streets over, grabbed hold of them and called ByLaw. Thank goodness Frack’s old tag was still on him and they were able to call. My husband raced over and they were being pet and cuddled by a bunch of teenaged girls, who gave them new names. BWB (black, white, blue for the huskey) and Bear (for the collie lab).

Frick and Frack are now safely home, fully in the know that they were up to no good. Both still have tails hanging low and ears pressed back. But, I have stopped crying (ok, it only lasted twenty minutes) I felt like a terrible Mom. This is only the second time this has ever happened, the last was right after Frick joined the team. But, I still feel badly. If the family hadn’t grabbed them they could have been a lot farther away or worse, hit by a car or taken for good.

Thank you kind strangers, we will be by again to thank you in person, so sorry you weren’t there to thank today! And Frick and Frack will be on a shorter leash than usual, as will their Dad when it comes to closing the gate 😉

I completely forgot about this great day, complete with photos, until I unloaded the camera this morning.

When my Parents went to our favorite beach at the end of August, my Mom asked my Husband if she could bring him anything back. He asked for a Pizza. Not just any Pizza, but a Grotto’s Pizza. This is my Husband’s favorite thing to do at the beach. Eat Grotto’s!! He has it two times a day.

So sweet my Mother is, she heads over to the new “Take-a-Bake” stand on Rehoboth Avenue and asks for an uncooked Pepperoni and Mushroom. Sticks it in the cooler, and away they go, on their way home to Ottawa. Nine and half hours later, Mom calls to say they are pulling in and did we want Grotto’s for dinner. My Husband was there in no time flat (good thing she called ahead to I knew not to make dinner).

15 – 17 minutes later we were savoring a delicious Grotto’s Pizza. And for once it tasted just like the real thing! Usually when you have something at home that is great at the restaurant is just isn’t the same, well this was, it was like a little slice of summer vacation in our own kitchen. All we were missing were the seagulls and some BirchBeer (similar to RootBeer, but red and sweeter).

Yummmy…

We had to use the Big Huge Insulated Grotto’s Cup for our Water!!

Thanks Mom and Thanks Grotto’s it was great!