Hey blog heyyyyy. I can’t believe I’m sitting here in the office in FLEECE JAMMIES IN AUGUST blogging, but the weather in Seattle has suddenly taken a nosedive towards cold and here we are.

Guess where it wasn’t cold? Boise, where I visited last week! Let’s explore the first 1.5 days of my trip.

Taken via the window seat, which I always opt for. Mount Hood! With a little saturation added, you understand. The window was filthy (nice work, Delta airlines).

My father picked me up from the airport Wednesday afternoon, and after a quick detour to the house to meet the Little Nipper, we were off to the Olive Garden (not my choice) to meet up with my brother and his wife for dinner. My brother was wearing a snazzy Hawaiian shirt that he bought in Hawaii, so I took a picture.

The sunset on the drive home was beautiful.

The Little Nipper! Her name is Lucy, she’s a little over 3 months old, and she basically just wants to chew on things all day long, except for when she’s sleeping. It’s like Maggie dog allll over again. She’s half Lab, half border collie, and black and white, just like Maggie dog. Lucy’s favorite thing to chew on is human flesh.

Also little rawhide sticks, peanut-butter filled Kongs (a great 10 minute diversion), flesh, did I mention flesh?

When she wasn’t causing me bodily harm, we had a great time together. I brought my parents two puppy training books, a magazine about training Labs and the first season of “The Dog Whisperer”…for their own good.

Lucy trying to figure out this whole “dog bed” idea.

Impossible to stay mad at this little face!

The next morning Lucy and my mother and I went for a walk. It was probably already close to 90 degrees outside when my mother took this picture. GROSS, IDAHO!

“Who’s a little girl? Huh? Huh? Huh? Oharggswgshsfffff…”

Thursday was pretty uneventful. Lucy and I hung out with Mom until she left for work, and then later when my father came home Lucy and I hung out with him.

I managed to get a little organizing of my old bedroom done in between Lucy attacking my ankles. I found a bunch of old DIY hippe/raver tops that I made sloppily but still have a hard time throwing out.

Lucy’s face when I’m not paying attention to her. Total Maggie dog face!

Santa and Lucy. My father and I went to Qdoba for dinner, and when I told him how many calories were in their cheese quesadilla he got mad and said I “ruined” it for him and then ordered a tortilla-less burrito instead. Love! Sorry buddy but those quesadillas were ruined for me a long time ago: LOOK.

Later on, we watched “The Dog Whisperer”–Lucy included! It was the cutest thing EVER. I could never get Maggie and Bear Cub to watch movies with me.

Post-dinner walk with Lucy. These flowers draped over a neighbor’s fence were absolutely gorgeous. I wonder what they are?

Stunning! Too bad Instagram couldn’t help me with identification this time.

After carb-shaming (I mean instructing) my father, I nevertheless talked him into going to Delsa’s with me so I could get one of my beloved butter pecan “Flavor Burst” cones. Mmmmmm. Never gets old.

I also talked him into driving to us my old high school (which in my mind was a lot further away), but it was all covered with construction barriers and very anti-climactic, and not at all nostalgic. Heigh ho.

More puppy nonsense to come! I’m gonna draaaaaaag this thing out!