I suppose I'm making up for lost time by submitting another post this soon. I went for months without posting a thing. I'm not quite sure if it was because we moved and I needed to find peace in our new home before I could dedicate time to the blog, or if I just had a dry spell. It's likely a bit of both. At any rate, I hope to be doing this more often.

Dylan and I went to Fort Ebey for a hike last weekend. He enjoyed being in the woods and exploring the trails. It's tourist season, so it was busier than other times Justin and I have gone to hike with the dog. There were a lot of folks out with the kids.

Max was pretty good. He seems to be getting better with people (in small doses), but still acts like a rabid dawg when he encounters other pets. Wish he would learn some manners. After going to Fort Ebey, Dylan and I headed over to Fort Nugent to play at the 'Castle'. Unfortunately Max acted like a nut and I found it too difficult to keep a good eye on Dyl, and simultaneously handle the mutt. Needless to say, we had to cut it short and head back to the car.

We tried leaving the dog alone in the car with the windows down a bit, but he cried hysterically. It ended up that Dylan and I had to take the poor emotional dog home before he had a breakdown. It all turned out okay though, because we were a tad hungry. It gave us a good excuse to sit for a bit together and have a treat. We went to Wendy's and had a Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger and a frosty. It was fun just chilling and watching all the motorcycles ride past; they're always out in numbers on beautiful summer days.

After our lunch, we took Max home and headed back to Ft. Nugent. Dylan had a great time. His favorite activity at the park was climbing up the tires. His second favorite thing was hanging like a monkey. He would count 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 then drop to the ground. The next time, he would count to 4, then 5, and continued all the way up until he got to 10! When it was time to leave, he stalled as much as he could. He begged me to let him swing since he had not done that yet. He worked very hard at what his Grammy had taught him . . . how to pump his legs while on a swing. After the swing, he begged to try walking the rope, and so it continued to the tires, and as we finally began to walk the path returning to the car, he decided it would be a much better idea to let mom go ahead by herself. Naturally I had to chase him a bit. And when I finally wrestled him over the back seat and into his chair, I had to promise to bring him back.

It was a great day together =)