So we discovered last week that Goose gets carsick. We'd been a good two hours into our trip when she started to cough. It was a wet cough, a bit juicy for our comfort, and up came the banana and chex cereal. Worrying that she was sick with a stomach bug, I threatened Husband that we would have to go back home if she spewed anymore. She actually did vomit one more time, but the road was really windy and it seemed too big of a coincidence for her to suddenely get sick when we get in a car. We found some dramamine in the side of the door. I quartered the tablet and inserted it into a grape (This was Beulah's idea, btw). She gobbled it up, we rested for a few minutes, and then we continued on our way, with no more nasty episodes of regurgitation.

The weekend was good. Husband and T-Bone caught some bass using lures (they feel so manly when they can catch without live bait).

Beulah fell in the giardia-ridden lake (we'll have to watch her for any unpleasant bathroom experiences). Skilly won the prize for catching the first fish. He chose to get a "special" set of cowboy guns and accoutrements at the indoor swapmeet. Janey was a daredevil in the pool and was generally pleasant and sweet as always.

Beulah wants me to add that she is every bit as much of a daredevil. Believe what you want to.