Showing posts with label Brooks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brooks. Show all posts

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Montrose Dog Beach

On this rare Sunday where Brooks was off of work, we decided the Schatz should take his first trip to Lake Michigan. Rather than visit the only other free dog park we've found so far, we instead headed to the Montrose Dog Beach in Uptown for a little more adventure. 

If you ask Schatzi, he'd say this was the place where dreams are made. Sandy beaches, scary waves, sticks to be thrown, and of course, DOGS. All the dogs Schatzi could ever wish to have chase him! 
So much running!



The day was beautiful. The water was bright blue. But because I need to pick on something, I have to say that the beach was almost too big! I felt like a parent the first time they take their kid off the leash at Disneyland. Suddenly, a bit of panic sets in as you scan the childrens' heads for your own. Let me just spot that little silver head and those floppy ears! I need to know he hasn't hopped a fence and made a run for it! Thankfully, Brooks was able to keep an eye on him better than me. 




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Friday, December 6, 2013

St. Nick forgot about me for the 6th year in a row...

...BUT my friend gave me a key topper that looks like a poop. And Brooks. A poop shaped Brooks.


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Sunday, August 18, 2013

B + Car Keys = Trouble



I love Brooks. 


I love him even when he locks the keys in the car. 

On this particular occurrence, we were visiting a new church for the first time since we moved to Chicagoland. We get to the car after the service and what do we spot sitting happily in a cup holder? None other than B's 5lb ring of keys. A key ring that would make any janitor green with envy. A key ring so big, its surprising how forgettable it is. 

While we waited for a locksmith to arrive (which took hours, by the way), we strolled around the unfamiliar neighborhood we were in. Around and around and around. We found a plant that looked like those spiky, rubber, pom pom earrings from middle school.


And a gang of penguins. Don't worry, we made sure not to make eye contact.


An aching purse shoulder and a pair of toasty sunburns later, the locksmith finally arrived. He pried the door open enough to hit the unlock button with a stick, charged us $150, and was gone. 

Good day. 
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