Applejack Festival

Mom and Dad took a trip to Nebraska City for the 43rd annual Applejack Festival.

The flooding along the Missouri River is bad and Highway 2 is still closed. Mom described seeing the river current flowing over the road as a surreal experience. From what we understand, the river will likely freeze this winter before the water recedes.

Never let it be said that my old man isn't a great guy ... this little jaunt was all about Mama. While they were in Nebraska City, they visited not one, but two craft fairs and the Kimmel orchard, where they enjoyed caramel apples, apple cider, and apple pie. After the orchard, a quick stop at the Pendelton outlet where Mom made a friend...Sir Wooliam.

A classic car show was also part of the weekend festivities. The guy that owns this Highland (not kidding here ...) green Mustang gets the prize 2nd best vanity plate ...ever.

My Kind of Saturday

Autumn has come to Nebraska.

The weather has cooled, the leaves have begin to turn and Dad and I get to spend our Saturdays doing what we love best ... watching the Huskers take on the non-conference cupcakes willing to come to Memorial Statdium to take their beating and collect their paychecks.

Tennessee Chattanooga ... check
Fresno State ... check
Washington ... check

Air Show

The Guardians Freedom Airshow came to town. Mom and Dad went took a trip out to the airfield to see the World War II aircraft.

Here's Pops standing next to a P-38 Lightning.

The itch you can't scratch ...

Sitting at the dinner table the other night, Mom and Dad were sharing stories and I overheard Dad recounting a dream he'd had the night before.

He was saying that he rarely recalls his dreams. From there, he went on to describe what he says was an unremarkable but particularly vivid dream. He said that he had this incredible tickling sensation in his ear, and that although he had a Q tip, he could not satisfy the itch .. no matter how he tried.

Just about then, he said he woke up and discovered the tip of my tail in his ear ...

*Tee-Hee*

While cruising the aisles at Trader Joe's, Mom happened on these ...

Seems to me, everyone is trying to jump on the band wagon.

This is the ...

... kind of thing that goes on .... right under my very wet nose ...

Do you think if I looked up the word 'chillax' in the Urban Dictionary, I'd find this picture?

Patti LaBelle isn't the only one with a new attitude ...

Today started out like any other Wednesday ... a sunny tour of my backyard, a chance to greet my pals squirrel and bunny; which was quickly followed by the most important meal of the day. And then, as luck would have it ... came the proffer of a cookie and the promise of a ride in the car.

I should have known better than to think this was my chance for the quintessential wind-in-my-hair moment ... this morning's joy ride found us in the parking lot of my barbershop. I will allow that a component of the deal that I made when I adopted Mom and Dad included regular visits to the groomer, but today, I was simply not in the mood.

I had no problem exhibiting my displeasure. When Chris, my regular tonsorial artist, tried to buy my consideration with a treat, I respectfully declined. Whether I liked it or not .. I was getting a new 'do.

I do, however, know who will be held responsible.

So when Mummy arrived a few hours later to collect her wee bairn, using that pitchy voice she uses when she is trying to get what she wants ... I simply turned away. She'll need to work a little harder to win back my affections.