Radar is 1!! (and other October events)

Radar had his birthday on October 3rd. I keep thinking that this should officially knock him out of puppy category and behavior, but such is not the case. He loves his toys but still chews them to shreds. If I don't carefully search for dog toys made of steel, they barely even make it out of the bag before being beheaded, amputated, and destuffed. I kept a bin for the toys that needed to be restitched, but finally gave up. He would sit on my lap with baited breath until the last stitch was sewn and then instantly and completely undo all my efforts.

If anyone comes to our house, they might notice that all the decorative pillows as well as the abundance of dog beds we used to have throughout the house are now missing. Radar may still act like a puppy, but his sexual maturity is right on schedule. If it isn't bad enough the way he defiles those fancy stuffed items, after he has his way with them he then proceeds to discombooberate them--this, I assume, in place of lighting up a cigarette as is a common practice (outside Utah, of course). Dan didn't feel a picture was appropriate under this topic.

Radar loves his agility classes. He knows that when I put on running shoes it means it's time for us to leave for "school." That's because it's the only time I ever wear shoes.

He loves my chair, and prefers to have me in it with him. He is especially amused by the contortions I must go through to find room to sit there.

This is how he eats breakfast and dinner. He is the ultimate pig and gulps his food down so fast he forgets he had any at all. I bought this treat ball and he has learned how to roll it with the hole always on the down side so that the food will fall out. He still eats too fast, but at least he has fun in the process.

This last weekend was General Conference. While most Utah church goers enjoy it as a relaxing couple of free days to perhaps laze in front of the television, we get to spent all waking moments (we have to be there by 6:15 AM) directing people to their seats in the Conference Center, scanning tickets, and in my case, helping a suddenly ill little Japanese lady pass out in my arms trying to get to the bathroom. Very interesting weekend, it was. We are also amused by the fact that, of the people we happen to see that we know at the events on Temple Square, at least 75% of them are from our Texas past.
I had scheduled Mutti to come and keep the puppy and not-so-puppy company while we were gone, but Emily and Jared came up instead with Rameses and Patch. They call him Patch because of the spot of color on one eye, so being the old codger that I am, all I see is a "spot" so "Spot" is all I can think of to call him. Forgive me Emily, I am trying. I am my father's daughter and he couldn't ever get anything right, either. (My hamster, Sniffles, was a "monkey.")

Halle was obsessed with the Little People and fixing them dinner. This one rubber egg was plenty of nourishment for the entire family--all day.
I thought Erin might like to see how gorgeous her maple tree is. Thank you Boehme's--it was a wonderful gift and is now almost big enough to provide a little much needed shade.