The end of the summer

It’s official. We are now a day into the fall. We spent the weekend at our camp up in the Muskokas. Our weekend basically consisted of squinting into smoking fires, squashing b*stard mosquitos and listening to the deer mice in the camp alternate between chewing on the walls and getting offed by the peanut butter smeared mouse traps I set up on the countertop. 2-0. Ha, that’ll larn you, you rodent b*stards!

Actually it’s more like 2-1 as the little mongrels gave me one night without sleep before it was off to that Shangri-La of mullets, Wallmart to buy some peanut butter. So how did I celebrate the end of summer? By throwing tetraplegic mice into the Big East River before the 3 little dogs could snack on them I guess that’s accurate enough.

So last weekend while canoeing the Big East River

So last weekend while the wahine, the three small dogs and me were paddling our way back down the Big East River in the Muskokas we came around the corner and spotted a bl**dy Black Bear on the bank.

He was busy trashing a shrub of some kind and didn’t notice us there, well at least until the Poodle gave it a few choice words. Of course this is the same dog that cries while she is fleeing from cats so take that with a grain of salt.

Anyway, he took one look at us and buggered off thank Crom. And there I was trying to work out how to tip Connie out of the canoe on the bears side of the river. Ha!