This was our Samoyed Tundra when he first came home.
Mikayla thought he looked like a Polar Bear.
That little furball turns 5 today.
His first car ride...and it was a long one.
I picked him up 15 minutes West of where
my mom lives.
I knew a family who bred these dogs.
They no longer do.
He was so little back then.
A real stubborn boy at times.
He was given the nickname back then
the "White Tornado"
Him meeting Ace the first time.
Tundra is at the bottom left in the shade.
His first trip to the gift shop.
Him telling me off with his head peeking out
from underneath the couch.
His first Christmas with us.
His friend Pebbles would visit him
almost every weekend at the gift shop.
Now he hardly sees her.
Pebbles is also a Samoyed.
Him at one year old.
Being three he thought he was king of the hill.
He would lay like that waiting for either
myself or Bob to get home.
(he no longer does this)
Filling out at 4 years old.
Not a care in the world outside with Peepers.
I would let them both outside in the Summer
afternoons for a bit almost every day.
Now at almost five you will find him always
somewhere near us.
This day he was watching me stitch and dozing off.
I tried to take a pic of him sleeping,
but he always opened his eyes just
as I clicked the button on my phone.
He always kept hearing me even though
I could not hear anything. UGH Oh well.
Tundra, you have been such a joy in our lives.
He goes to the vet for a checkup in a few weeks.
Happy Birthday to you and many many more.
In other news,
you may have heard about the helicopter
crash here in Michigan.
It happened 8 miles from us at a
restaurant called Cabana Blue.
This restaurant is on a very small island.
You have to drive over a bridge that crosses
the canal which surrounds
the island on three sides.
The last side is Lake St Clair.
The only thing on this island is the restaurant.
The drive to the parking lot, restaurant itself,
and a huge party tent for outside dining.
There is no helipad.
Boats come in off the lake and dock all around
the one side, and boaters wade in to sit outside.
Sunday afternoon when this accident occurred,
I am sure there were many boats out there.
Not to mention the tent was right there where
this helicopter turned over.
There was a pile of gravel on the North side
where it was trying to land.
I think the pilot thought he could land there.
My assumption is he tried and failed
as I think the gravel was loose.
I drove by the restaurant yesterday and did
notice a digger was there now leveling
off the pile of gravel.
The helicopter was removed.
Bob and I have gone to this restaurant.
It was more of a younger crowd to us.
Younger patrons and very noisy.
We have not been there since.
Saturday we are heading to my
neighbors 100th birthday party.
This young man still drives, paints,
walks and flies his own airplane
(with another pilot on board)
May he live another 100.
Happy Birthday to Paul.
That's my cue to get to work.
Thursday Blessings to All!
Janice