Anyway, he was in "Lullvull" at Angus Jr. National's and I was home alone with my fearless companion, the fur child.
Yep, he's fearless alright. Ha.
We wanted to go fishing. And by "we" I mean "I." So we loaded up the pick-up and drove down to the pond. Could definitely have walked, but didn't want get covered in ticks. (I feel the same way about ticks as I do fleas, barf!)
So, yeah, back to fishing. I LOVE fishing! Except for the taking off the hook part. And the putting on the worm part. And the cleaning the fish part. (Luckily I married a man who is skilled and proficient in all these areas, it's a win-win). Now, you may be wondering how I plan to take a fish off of said hook when/if I actually catch anything. Not to worry! I brought some light gloves. And by light gloves, I basically mean heavy winter mittens. Fish are kind of gross. Especially when they flop!
Anyway, there we where, me and the fur-child, taking in the great outdoors. All of the sudden.....
TA-DA!! He's such a monster. Ha.
I had to run all the way back to the truck to grab my fishing glove, but I got that little heifer off the hook!