I was particularly looking forward to the latter as this past winter, I'd purchased a life jacket for Prada but hadn't had the opportunity to give it a go yet. Because Prada is usually uncomfortable in new environments, especially ones where she doesn't feel like she has her feet securely under her, I really didn't know what to expect of the excursion. I needn't have worried. Prada paddled her feet for a moment (she's got the instinct for swimming certainly), and then chilled out. I mean, she relaxed so deeply she almost fell asleep. I was pretty tickled to say the least.
We didn't stay long. Even though the water was bathwater warm, it doesn't take much for little dogs to get chilled, and after about fifteen minutes, Prada started shivering and it was time to get out. But hey, they were a very successful fifteen minutes--it may be time to look up one of the dog-friendly beaches in Chicago I keep hearing about.
Without the dogs, we went four-wheeling (sorry, it's a drought, I can't honestly say we went muddin'), and did some target practice. My dad has this gorgeous 9mm pistol, a Colt MK IV Series 80, and I had the pleasure of emptying the better part of a clip at the tail end of the weekend. I'm much more familiar with rifles (though I don't get much practice with those, either, but enough to know I prefer a little bolt-action rifle without too much kick), and after a brief run-down on the mechanics of it, I let loose.
Our target wasn't exactly high-tech--just a hunter orange circle about four inches in diameter slapped on a pizza sheet, but it did the trick. Or rather, it probably would have done if I could aim worth a damn. I hit the tin maybe twice, but not the orange at all. I'd never be able to hit a zombie in the chest, much less in the head. I tended to hit a few inches below and to the left of the target--at least I'm consistent.
And now you'll know how to find me in the zombie apocolypse: I'll be the one being run down by zombies missing their right testicle.
(True: I never quite understood why it is zombies need to be shot in the head. Wouldn't fire work, too? A flame-thrower probably wouldn't require such precise aim. Just sayin'.)