For Valentines Day (yes, I realize it's August)...I gave Jeff a package for 2 at a shooting range...because I knew he'd get a kick out of seeing me shooting a gun. Since the range was located an hour from home, we just got around to doing it! So, after work, yesterday, we took off for Elkhart, IN for an evening together shooting up some targets.
On the way there, Jeff asked if I was scared or nervous. I honestly didn't feel either. I was interested to see what it was like, but nervous? no. scared? nope...That is until the first time that gun went off in my hand, followed by no indication that I'd hit the target...followed by Jeff saying, "Baby, be careful, that one went up pretty high...I think it hit the ceiling." Oh man! I immediately became very aware of the crazy-powerful machine that I was holding in my hand; and while logically I knew that shooting ranges had to be relatively safe in order for them to exist, I was extremely nervous before taking each additional shot throughout our time there. "What if that bullet richochets and hits me?!?!" Also making it extremely hard to concentrate were several other people taking shots at an extremely rapid pace. (It should be noted that my pace was more like 1 shot every minute...lol). But after it was all said and done, all 50 bullets fired, and two targets shot up; Jeff definitely got a kick out of seeing me shoot a gun. While my target showed some good aiming (I hit the bullseye 3 times)...I assure you that I was not aiming there... I remained fully aware of the amount of "kickback" on the gun and always aimed for about 6 inches lower than I ended up hitting! LOL. It was deifinitely an experience! One that I'm not sure how quickly I'll go back to do...but it was a fun evening doing some "guy" stuff with my hubby. :)
Awaiting us at home, our goodles had a visitor. Puppysitting for friends...Mollie, the 4 month old Golden Retriver (and Choco's newest bff) was hanging out with the boys. When we arrived home, we were immediately reminded of the fact that we adopted our goodles AFTER the puppy phase! This realization came after finding little shards of wood all over our downstairs floor, along with two small beads and what appeared to be some braided thread. It didn't take too long for Jeff to deduce that a small hand drum that we'd bought in Antigua had been eaten/shredded. (Amazing deducing, btw, since there was literally about 10% of the thing left). We laughed it off, cleaned it up, and reminded ourselves that having a puppy around means putting things up! lol.
Choco and Mollie must have wrestled for a solid hour (with Jackson referee'ing) before we got everyone settled in for bed. The cutest part was when Mollie claimed the biggest pillow for the night, and Jackson (looking defeated) laid on the smaller pillow...with a "huff". LOL.
All seemed to be going well on this goodle sleepover. That it until about 2 am. Apparantly, 2 am is play time in puppy world...and of course goodle world, too. I mean...why would you have a sleepover where you would actually have sleep happening? Isn't it party-time all night long? (I could just imagine this going through Mollie and Choco's heads when I "shush"ed them and made them lay back down).
At 3am play time erupted again. Followed by more shushing and another 4am wake up call. Each time Choco just as eagerly and happily playing with Mollie, as if I hadn't just shushed them an hour before. I decided, with all the playing (though I wish it had been sleeping), maybe it was time for a potty break. So, at 4am (I can't remember the last time I was up at that hour), I took each dog out to do their business. And of course, Jackson, though having been asleep, was immediately up and at attention at the mention of going outside. Now, 4:15am, 3 dogs awake and wanting to play, and all being told to lay back down! (I guess the goodle mommy isn't great at being awakened all through the night).
All I can say is that 6:30am came way too quickly...
Regardless of all that, the goodles had a blast having a friend over! We've just learned our lesson about what the next sleepover will look like (read...puppy sleeps in her own room!) :)
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