The Fashionable Hunter

Here was the plan. We would borrow a friends boat, pack up camp, take the puppy, and go kill a moose. Two, maybe three days, was all it would take. Weather being unpredictable we dressed for rain and had layered our clothes to deal with sun. I was wearing my new camo pants which make my butt look awesome (a necessity for being in the wilderness). A second-grader by the name of Kara donated a sweater from one of her teddy bears for the puppy to wear to stay warm on the boat. Once up river I had packed CoCo’s camoflauge shirt to wear (it doesn’t improve the loveliness of her butt) for her to change into.

I dressed CoCo in her new sweater and we set off in the old boat with a new name, the Erin Anne. We motored out of the harbor and made it around to the city dock when our motor went up in smoke. We floated ashore at Snag Point, spent two and half days working on it and set off again for a repeat performance. In the end, we did not get upriver to get the moose. But CoCo got to show off her cool sweater for the rest of you.

CoConut Chanel

I am back to work, and have a computer again! So I should be able to keep up with this blog, right? Unfortunately, my life isn’t very exciting, so I will probably have to make things up. Do you mind?

First, I would like to introduce the newest edition to the family. This is Coconut Chanel, a Yorkshire terrier puppy. Since most of my readers are family, and animal lovers, I will post pictures as requested. Those of you not interested, don’t visit my blog.

I picked up CoCo in Alabama this summer and she was dubbed the Coconut by my cousin Trey (aka Thor, and Capt. T) because we were on our way to the beach. She almost didn’t survive the first 24 hours with us because upon arrival at the beach house we encountered an air conditioning disaster. By one in the afternoon we were all a puddle of sweat, and CoCo was near collapse. We took turns driving around in the car with her, the air conditioner blowing full force to try to cool off. Thank God for the repairman! However, within two days CoCo knew her name and I had failed to come up with a better one. That’s okay, she seems like a CoCo. Still, the return to cool, clear air of Alaska was a relief for both CoCo and myself.

CoCo has taken on a few other nicknames since we have returned home. My favorite being the CoComotive, because she will go from zero to fifty without warning and barrel towards whatever her intended goal is.