How rednicks water plants:

We often see Great Blue Herons at Marymoor doggie park.



This year however they have chosen to nest in the park near the water. It is evidently the first time in 20 years they have nested in the park.


Look closely below and you can see the branch being brought to the nest the grand birds are building.

Gator does not care about the herons, there is far too much fun to be had here...

Ginger the Brave: Warrior Princess
July 1996 - March 2012

A whirlwind of puppy energy bounded into our lives as a golden dog with floppy ears and a heart of gold.


At night, exhausted from play, she would always sleep touching her mentor, the incomparable eight year old who was very patient with this new whipper-snapper: the one, the only: Shetara Dog.


Under Ginger's new guiding, unerring influence, we saw the egregious error of our ways and moved expediently from a small condo to a proper house with a large grassy and acceptable back yard.


Then as our Ginger let us know that one boy, one dog and two cats were not enough to keep her appropriately exhausted, we got her a puppy named Samantha and there was much rejoicing, chasing, and jumping through swimming pools.





Well travelled, she enjoyed the states from Pennsylvania to New Mexico to Florida, making friends and receiving multiple treats from said friends wherever she went.








Camping was a joy, and at the warm night fires, she enjoyed having her own chair properly placed between her two moms.



Log jumping with her boy was brought to a new art form at the beaches.





She accompanied her mom on an expedition to find a new home. Together they founded our current home with far more appropriate acreage and adequate romping room for her ever growing family.



She also got two new Black Kitties



and two new white puppies,



who are beyond redemption, and have yet to learn the proper doggy roles. I'm sure she is watching them from above and giving them pointers on how to deal with the high maintenance people of this family.

Although we never caught on to feeding the correct amounts and times (human's are frustratingly dense), she knows wherever she is, there is still hope for us.




Ginger your heart was pure gold, and when you smiled, you lit up our world. Thanks for being with us, for your herculean attempts to guide us in the right directions. Most of all thanks for your unconditional love, which I know goes beyond the confines of this brief life.

May all the grassy fields open up before you, the wind to your tail. I know you and Sam are together now and I know you are both running free.

We took Bailey and Gator up to Snoqualmie pass. It was their first experience with snow this deep.

The snow seemed like more than What I remember from back when I used to ski here. For those that know the area, that is the gas station entrance...