Beach Trip to Neskowille

Oh how we do love the beach! We learned about this particular seaside from the Roposopes the night of the barbecue. Tucked away in a secret little village, that apparently never changes or moves forward, is the most enchanting beach spot! The weather was warm, but not much sun! Just as well since we forgot our furscreen! No singeing for our furry little family! Where do I even begin? We had to stay up with ancient Neskowille tradition and document this trip by having our picture taken, complete with date, down near this gynormous rock called Proposition Cliff. Rumor has it this was named after Curley Bond (no relation to James . . .) propositioned marriage to Stella Book. Many try to climb the big rock . . . some make it . . . some don’t. We fell into the ‘don’t’ category. We huffed and puffed and willowed our way up! But it was just too steep for us little willows to make it all the way to the top. We determined that we might either fall off and be swept away in the big ocean or get carried off by the Big Mama Bald Eagle who was watching our every move. Wouldn’t we have been a tasty little morsel for eagle babies? Way off in the distance above the sounds of the crashing waves, we could hear what sounded like a Sea Captain’s voice exclaiming, “Blustery Barnacles and Ocean Tours Ahead!” Well of course the kids just had to go and check it out! To all of our surprise around the corner from Proposition Cliff was a creek and a dock with none other than Captain Pigwasher and his sea gull named One Legged Pig’s Feet. He was offering trips on the Jolly Rancher Ship over to Willigan’s Island, which was a three hour tour . . . a three hour tour!! We willowed quickly down the dock! One Legged Pig’s Fee, we learned, had a bit of an attitude towards anything without any legs and he swooped us up and dropped us right on top of weather vain. About that time a huge gust of wind came up and we barely were able to hang on. Round and round we flew, our fur flapping in the breeze! Captain Pigwasher, the woody ole captain, demanded One Legged Pig’s Feet carry us to safety. We gave him huge hugs and of course the kids said “thanks for the nice time!” With all the excitement we hadn’t seen the rest of the tourists who were getting on board as well! There of course was Willigan, who owns the island; Captain Grumpy the Skipper, Thirsty and Lively Howe, Miss Clove Granite, Mr. Brain Fellow and Miss Merry Ann Winters. They acted as if they had done this tour before and wanted to know if we wanted their autographs. “For what?” we asked. They weren’t famous TV stars were they? The boat set sail and off we went into the wild blue yonder. Captain Pigwasher and Captain Grumpy taught us all sorts of sea captain sayings. Whenever we would see a whale, we would all shout “Walloping Whales”. The whales must have been trained to wallop us with their tail and splash us when they heard that sound. We got very wet and wet fur doesn’t smell very good! Next we shouted “Sabulous Seagulls”. Well don’t you know that One Legged Pig’s Feet didn’t take so kindly to that? We were calling him gritty! He squawked for some of his high flying friends. They zoomed in and got us with their upwash while flying in formation. The captains were both quite pleased with themselves and enjoyed watching everyone run for cover. Finding cover wasn’t too hard for us. Our family climbed into the pocket protector of Mr. Brain Fellow! Our arrival back to shore was in three hours, like we were promised. The tour ended and all promptly went to the little store called Fresh Outs to buy soap and something to eat! What a wonderful day and the kids slept well that night dreaming of pig’s feet and pig washers!

1st Annual Barbecue!

I know it’s been quite a while since I have written about our family adventures, but we have just been so busy this summer! Events have been happening one right after the other. Since we are so wee and willowish, we aren’t big enough to carry a lap top on our adventures! It would squish us into a pile of flat fur. Anyway, we had the most wonderful 1st annual barbecue pot luck. We were invited by the nicest people who live in Opville. Their names are Ropodnopey and Jopanopey Ropose. Such strange names, but they were very hospitable in an ‘op-ish’ sort of way. Couldn’t understand much of what they said, so we all just smiled, nodded and replied “yah, yah” to most of what they said! What a fun time we had. Never been to a potluck. Wasn’t sure what that meant. Hum we bring our own honey buckets! The pot in pot luck! And if we would have luck climbing up inside it without falling in! But NO - - - I was totally wrong. It meant we all contributed something to eat. Stefy Anne and Kojack Koffee Klommer brought a potato salad that was more like mashed potatoes. Weston almost got stuck in the spuds! He thought it was a willowy–pillowy inflatable pile of cotton! Our daughter, Wilena thinks she wants to be a willowgan/vegetarian (she’s trying to watch her willow figure before school starts again!) and she loved what our town photographer Bee Kay Blok and Brin Brin Corncobber brought! I must say I was a bit concerned since the main ingredient in her salad was mushrooms. I’ve been reading that some mushrooms do funny things to the brain, but Bee Kay assured us disturbed parents that no altered willow-state would happen! As you can see from the picture we also got to indulge ourselves with the best hamburgers this side of Netwille. I do believe the best part of the burgies was Jayre K. Lee’s homemade buns! Everyone kept talking about Jayre K. Lee’s buns! Best buns in town!! Gregzu Furrth was also in attendance. You may remember the story about the Legend of Sam I Am, the big fish? Anyway Gregzu Furrth had lived near BeHynd Websu for awhile and we weren’t well acquainted with him before. But boy oh boy, we are now and does he ever know how to entertain. He has such a great sense of humor and enthralled us with songs from a British show called Monty Python!! The early evening turned into night time! I was a little troubled when it got dark. Opville is a vast area of many gardens and several decks. In the dark, we could have become flat fur on the bottom of someone’s shoe! But the Ropeses thought of everything! They provided candle light and Tiki torches to help with safety and ambiance! Those Roposes sure do delight in showing love and charity! Can’t wait until the 2nd annual barbecue!

Happy Almost 4th of July

Netwille is all a buzz as we prepare for the 4th of July. Sir Lawrence of Waggnia hosted a town meeting to discuss with us the preparations for all the festivities that would be going on. He, Sir Lawrence, was in rare form last evening and I must say he willow-trailed away from the topic at hand. We kept trying to reel him back in, but to no avail. Right in the middle of the planning he stopped and said:

“What do you call a willow with no arms and legs that is attached to a wall? ART”
“What do you call a willow with no arms and legs that is in a pool? BOB”
“What do you call a willow with no arms and legs that is in the bushes? RUSSELL”
“What do you call a willow with no arms and legs that is on the porch? MATT”

Where did that all come from??!! Anyway, we are going to have a huge parade and encouraging all the kids to bring their pets dressed in red, white and blue! Sir John Ander and son will be the Grand Marshall for the parade. Rumor has it Sir John Ander and son will be doing a fly over in an airplane. Of course our son who was abducted and later found in The Lucky Duck plane wants to be flying with them. Not sure about that!

We are all decorating our homes in patriotic colors and there will be a contest for the best dressed home! Don’t you know my wife, Wilamina is all over that! Miss Décor and More!!

Each block and community will host a barbeque complete with hotdogs, hamburgers and the works. I have asked that because of our size that maybe we could do cocktail weenies instead. Our favorite brand is DWs. There is no way we could eat a huge hotdog.

To top the day off, there will be a fireworks display between town and Websu Port. No one has ever shot off fireworks here before so we are thinking we should hire someone to help. Someone suggested Uncle Sam, but I don’t think he is up for the challenge – if you get what I mean! Sir Danashay Furr’s name came up, but he’s been pretty busy of late putting together a reality TV show. I’m hoping once it gets off the ground, that maybe the Willow Family would be a good nominee for an upcoming show! OK, now I’m willow-trailing!!

I sure hope the weather is good and NO rain! Have a wonderful July 4th. We as a country have so much to be thankful for and are truly blessed to be here in America!

Let’s go Bowling Daddy!!

Wouldn’t you just know it, now that school is out the kids want to go everywhere and do everything. I think because of our Memorial Day Weekend, they think we are capable of every kind of entertainment under the sun! So with much furvor, we the Willow Family joined a bowling league. The bowling alley is located in Beaverville. Even though our family members are devout Ducks, we ventured over!

Bee Kay Blok, the town photographer, was so kind to help us get started. She helped us read all the instructions There is a lot to learn about bowling and sure are a lot of rules. Not quite sure why we were to call the pins by their number. So when it was my time to bowl, I called down to the pins “Hello #7, hello #8!” I received quite a few stares. Maybe my voice was too high? The rules also state to do your best - - - I don’t think we were strong enough to push those big balls very far, but we followed the rules and did our best! Our other team members were Asil Rumble and Ge’Orge Kloggershoe. They really helped fill in the gaps to round out our first bowling experience. I'm sure they were a bit stunned at our size. They were very pleasant and told us we were welcome anytime!

Bee Kay Blok’s boyfriend, Brin-Brin Corncobber is quite a character and kept enticing the kids to go on the bowling ball ride. Never heard of such a thing before. Brin-Brin had them wait in line on the ball on the bulls eye mark for their turn. They strapped on their helmets and jumped inside the holes. Of course my wife was a nervous Nellie and thought they might somehow fall out. Brin-Brin convinced us nothing bad would happen. Well - - the ball went flying down the lane, into the gutter and then launched into the next lane over. The ball with our little precious furry ones collided with another ball, and it looked more like a game of pool with big balls than bowling. When all said and done, in the third lane over, the ball with Weston & Wilena in it got a strike! Everyone cheered except us! We were so concerned! Never having bowled before we were horrified when this big scoop pushed everything into a large hole and the ball, with our children in it, disappeared down into a vast pit. Bee Kay and Brin-Brin we laughing so loud that the entire bowling alley stopped to watch. “But where are our children?” All we got were howls of hysteria as they pointed to the three lanes over and low and behold the ball popped back up. The kids were a bit wide-eyed, but I think they enjoyed the ride! We had great fur-family-fun! We’ll definitely be back. Not sure if we should listen to Brin-Brin Corncobber next time though!

Road Trip Part 3

Last day of our trip was Memorial Day. I was kind of sad. This was a wonderful experience, but I must say that the kids, especially Weston, were getting a bit out of control. I know he just got so excited, but he continued to run off and because of his size, he might have end up somewhere where he shouldn’t be. Case in point! We went to the Storey County Fireman’s Museum. Weston is very enthralled with fire trucks. He didn’t wait for us and the tour guide asked if anyone wanted to climb up to the top of the building and ring the bell! Well don’t you know that Weston went willy-nilly up the building and by the time we found him, he was hanging onto the ringer of the bell screaming, “Hey look at me! I’m brave as can be!” And of course our daughter, Wilena couldn’t be out done, so she followed Weston! My wife just about jumped out of her fur! Thank goodness she didn’t. Our last adventure was on a tour bus. I don’t know about you, but sometimes those busses can be a bit much - - - Can’t hear the tour guide and their voices are very muffled. I learned that these tours can be a wonderful sit down, take a load off and take a nap time!! But as things would have it, I didn’t get much of a rest! There was a truck and motorcycle rally going on and guess what?? Our children wanted to partake in those as well. So the tour bus stopped so they could say “they had done it all”. Complete with pictures! Well the road trip is over and on a scale of 1-10, our family would give it an 11! Thank you Grezu Furrth and St. Evan Armchair from the bottom of our fur for letting us travel with you!

Road Trip – Part 2

We all woke up this morning with willow bags under our furry little eyes. The kids were a bit grumpy, but once we got going on with the sight-seeing and fun, they really rallied! Our first stop was at a very noisy arcade. We don’t have arcades in Netwille so we have nothing to compare it to! Are they really always that loud? We couldn’t understand the first table we came to. It looked like a foosball table. The kids jumped right into the middle. I can see why. It looked like there were willows on each side cheering them on to run from one end of the table to the next. But apparently they were just some sort of marble stone. There were all kinds of funny shaped markings on the table too. Some were diamonds, some were hearts, some were clubs and some were spades. Like I said, it was so loud we couldn’t hear the instructions. We became a bit concerned when the look on the face of the individual running this table seemed very agitated with Wilena and Weston. He was flailing his arms and just about hit the kids off the table. What’s up with that? We didn’t know. Still not sure what we were supposed to do! Next on our agenda was walking the board walk where we ended up at the Delta Saloon. We didn’t think they would let the kids in because of their age. Weston was just fascinated with what might be the Suicide Table and started begging “please let me go in”. That kind of willow-whining doesn’t set well with us! We told him he could go get some cheese to go with his whine!! Weston didn’t understand that at all! Since we weren’t sure if the Suicide Table was appropriate for his little furry eyes, I jumped up onto the sign to peer in. There was just too much going on inside for me to see! So we moseyed on with our adventure! Our last experience of the day was panning for gold. Oh my furry gracious goodness!! That was quite the experience. The Mark Twain Museum was incredible. I think I have heard of Mark Twain. Didn’t he write children’s books and build a big Paddle Boat, ‘back in the day’? Anyway, we toured the museum and then we were taken to this big waterfall trough area. We were given pans and screens and told to scoop our pans into the water and try and find little nuggets of gold by sifting them through the screens. It was very tiring! Weston was out of control and got caught in the waterfall and wisked downstream! Thank goodness someone at the bottom scooped him up and returned him to us! He said it was the best water slide he had ever been on! Of course you can imagine how willow-worried-we-were!
Day is done, gone the sun! And so will Weston if he doesn’t calm down!! More tomorrow!

Memorial Day Weekend Road Trip! Part 1

And oh what a road trip it was. Our family was invited to caravan to Reno and be a part of the Corvette Road Rally. Sheeesh what a long trip it was! We were all tightly pressed into a van with about 15 other people. Grezu Furrth and his nephew St. Evan Armchair from Websu-Port were so kind in inviting us and then allowed us to participate in all the activities of the weekend. Not mention they carried us wherever we went. Our first day there, of course we had to have a family picture taken. You know the kind where you stick your head inside a cutout! Yes, I know we all look like ladies, but we just all wanted to be together! Next on our list of things to do was go walk the streets of Virginia City. There we found the most authentic old miner, named Mr. Geezer, walking the streets with his donkey named Daisy Mae. What a gentle donkey. Our wee willows, Wilena and Weston, once again willowed with delight as Mr. Geezer allowed them to perch themselves inside Daisy’s hat. The flowers gave Weston an allergy attack, but he enjoyed it none the less. Thank goodness for Clariwilloton. To end the day we went to the slot machines. Willows are not known for gambling, nor do we really understand why anyone would put money into a machine and nothing comes out! We watched people for hours losing their quarters. Every now and then someone would put in a quarter and bells and whistles would go off and look out!!! Quarters would come flying out of an opening at the bottom. We had to be very careful that we didn’t get scooped up! Being silver in color, there were a couple of times we almost got carted off by some stranger! It’s been a long day and we need our willow-rest. I think our fun meter is broken for this day!! More later!