Ruby Wins

Every day, for more than two years, Ruby has been asking for a pug. And every day, I have steadfastly held to my no-pet position, citing everything from logistics to her daily chore track record as my rationale. It’s gone back and forth, with each side digging in deeper. It felt like the Cold War. Every night at the dinner table, Ruby would have another impassioned speech for me – à la ‘Mr. Gorbachev tear down this wall! ‘ Ruby wore me down. She outspent me in the emotion department. She spread her propaganda around Fry Lodge with her cute pug sketches, pug posters and Doug the Pug Instagram shares. She turned Kristine and Henry into allies.

A few weeks ago, I woke up and decided I didn’t want to be on the wrong side of Fry Lodge history. For her 10th birthday, we would give Ruby a pug. We surprised her with it on our drive back from Grandma and Grandpa’s house after Thanksgiving. She was shocked. She was victorious.

As Ruby turned 10 this weekend, it became clear we had made the right decision. Ruby is starting her second decade a new person. Every morning and evening, she takes her new little buddy, Arlo, for a walk. She feeds him, cleans up the occasional mess, and prefers playing with her puppy over watching YouTube videos.

Ruby had a birthday slumber party on her actual birthday. Arlo was the star of the show. The girls chased him around the yard and then took 15-minute turns holding the puppy as they watched Christmas movie classic, Elf. Both Arlo and the girls were moving a little slowly this morning.

Detente is over. Ruby won. All is good at Fry Lodge. Happy birthday, Ruby. We love you more than you will ever know. Thank you for your tenacity.

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Shredded

This is the second year in a row that I’ve missed Halloween at Fry Lodge due to a business trip. My banana costume will sit in my closet for another year. I would have lost the Fry Lodge costume contest anyway. Kristine’s shredded Banksy is brilliant. Happy Halloween!

Oysterfest

Having house guests is a major motivator to do things you’ve never done or things you rarely do. Visiting Taylor Shellfish Farm, hiking to Teddy Bear Cove, roasting marshmallows in the backyard and cleaning the house made the list this weekend as a result of a visit from our good friends, the Kielys.

There are many positive aspects of a Kiely family visit. One thing we always look forward to is letting Paul have his way with our kitchen. This weekend Paul outdid himself. Saturday’s dinner involved oysters and two amazing salads. Sunday’s lunch: oyster poboys.

Teddy Bear Cove band photo

We thoroughly enjoyed the weekend. Kielys are welcome back to Fry Lodge anytime.

Ski to Sea

The subdued excitement was palpable this Memorial Day weekend at Fry Lodge. Physical activity included: walking, biking, kayaking and sitting on the edge of our seats while watching Solo, a Star Wars Story.

To kick off the weekend, Henry, Ruby and I biked to Mallard Ice Cream. Because no Fry Lodge bike ride is complete without ice cream.

The annual Ski to Sea event is held over Memorial Day weekend in Bellingham. We walked down to Fairhaven on Sunday to watch the racers cross the finish line as they completed the kayak leg of the relay race, which started 60 miles to the east on the ski slopes of Mt. Baker. Last weekend, Ruby participated in the Jr. Ski to Sea event. She did the biking leg for her team, the Pug People.

Today, inspired by the previous day’s race, we hauled our kayaks to Birch Bay to launch the Fry Family Flotilla. The kids held their own. Ruby needed a short tow when the wind kicked up.

An awesome, very memorable Memorial Day. Bring on summer.

Puberty, Brought to You by Old Spice

Henry, as part of his 5th grade curriculum, received a lot of very helpful information this past week at school. Specifically: how and why boys and girls develop into adults and the precautions one needs to take along the way. For his participation in this important unit, Henry received some deodorant, provided by Old Spice. He’s been applying it liberally. And Fry Lodge smells awesome.