BEULA: THE BEGINNING

Isn't she lovvvvvvvely; isn't she wonnnnn-DER-ful. Isn't she preeeecious, less than one minu - alright, so she's 20 years old. That only adds to her charm and numerous bounding capabilities, as far as I'm concerned. Ladies and gentlemen, family and friends, meet Beula the Bounder. This big, beautiful she-beast is the result of a 13-hour whirlwind tour to Hawkstone, ON with Pere and Frere (poor Mere had to work) that took place one fateful and rainy weekend back in April after Daddio spotted her big, sad face crying out to be loved on some Bounder pound website.  We were literally at the orphanage for less than an hour before having put down a deposit and turned around to endure another six-and-a-half-hour ride home.  A well-thought-out purchase, one might say.

Despite Dad's fears on having bought a lemon due to the love-at-first-sight reaction from his deranged children, all it took were some new tires, a good spit shine, and a carpet shampoo (oh lawd, that pink gag - I mean, shag carpet at the front; le barf) before she was runnin' like a dream and officially a new member of the family.  & I tell you all of this because that new member of the family is exactly what's taking us westward all the to B.C. (or so we hope.  Beula and mountain roads - tense) until we deem it fit to return home.

I won't lie; I never thought I'd actually see this trip come to fruition, but here we are.  Beuls is ready and waiting on the front lawn and Porcupine's version of the Griswolds are three days away from hittin' the road.  With Dad on extended vacation (ah hemm hemm) and myself heading off to school again in Toronto this fall, it's now or never!

So right click and save to faves because there are plenty of memories and mishaps (and a healthy dose of dysfunction) to come.

Tune in again Friday (June 18th) for a full recap of our first day in motion.

Letting the good times roll (HAHA, get used to it),