…co-starring her cousin Myrtle, who only has 8 toes
Dog Con 7
Day 1: In which we start off in Canada, learn more about snowshoes than we thought possible, have free food & beer and have a Humans vs Critters gaming throwdown.
It is just after sun up and we are finished up with breakfast. Our trip starts in the town of Happy Valley-Goose Bay in Labrador, Canada. Why here, you say? Partly because we had to start somewhere and partly because they have a Snowshoe Museum.
(Flash: My excitement knows no bounds. Snowshoes? Really?)
(Sadie: Humans are pretty damned odd.)
(Sasha: Could be worse. Could be an underwear museum.)
(Daisy: Hush! You might give Dad ideas.)
But since the museum doesn’t open for a bit, we’re all going for a walk in the newly opened Forest Room here on the bus. More blogging soon.
The walk in the Forest Room was fun, especially for the critters, because there are squirrels in there. We pretty much had to drag Lulu & Flash out of their.
(Lulu: Drag? You overrode my systems and walked me out against my will! And why am I just normal dog powered in that room?)
(Sasha: Same reason you are normal powered all over the bus, genius, TO KEEP YOU FROM DESTROYING THINGS!)
(Flash: There must have been a hundred squirrels in there!)
(Leon: Chipmunks, too! They laughed at us!)
(Daisy: Those bushy tailed little bastards!)
(Sadie: I’ll bet they are still laughing!)
(Silky: Are they always like this about rodents?)
(Jazz: Yeah, pretty much.)
(Roxy: Jeez, it’s not like it was mice.)
We left the critters on the bus when we went to the museum.
(Sadie: We played board games.)
(Flash: I unleashed my mad skillz at “Kill Doctor Lucky”.)
Folks, being a guy from California, I never knew there were so many types of snowshoes. Hell, even those among us from colder climates (Everybody but Grace & I) were amazed by the variety. The old guy who lead us through the museum had a pretty complete knowledge of the history of the snowshoe and his dad founded the museum in 1916. He told us he gets thousands of visitors every year. The latest snowshoes were some high tech things that could actually convert into sorta kinda skis.
They did not sell fridge magnets, but they did have bumper stickers and t-shirts, so we got those. Of course, our actual bumpers have not been visible since 2011, so we now just put the bumper stickers on the back of the bus. We figure in about 2 years, we’ll have to think of where else to start putting them.
After the Great Snowshoe Adventure, we wandered around town for a bit, then got back on the bus and started heading south into Quebec. As I drove along, I chatted with Brian, Mary and Avis about the great scenery and what was up in our lives. Mary & Spike are the parents of a newly minted adult who also graduated from high school, so there were stories there. Brian had some stories from being a doctor. Avis talked about a con she went to not long ago. Me, I have no shortage of strange stories, given my household.
We were barely over the border into Quebec when we entered the small town of St. Fromage and saw a sign saying “Annual Beer Festival” (translated for me by our French speaking contingent). If you placed a bet that I’d pass up a beer fest, you do not know me. We pulled over and found out that the townsfolk were throwing a hell of a shindig which included music, games and free beer and food!
(Sasha: If you ever want to lure Daddy into a death trap, put up a sign saying “Free beer & food”)
(Lulu: “Free games” would work for Dad and Spike and Brian, too.)
(Leon: The free food or games might work on most anybody.)
Well, folks, we spent about two hours there, eating food, drinking beer (those of us who do drink beer), playing games, getting petted & tummy rubbed (those of us with more than 2 legs), singing songs in French (or faking it) and generally having a fine old time. I was somewhat impaired for driving, so we had Data (our autopilot) take the wheel when we left.
(Daisy: That was some tasty chow!)
(Silky: Those folks were very nice.)
(Sadie: We Canadians are known for being nice. Well, except for some of our politicians. Of course, the Native People have a different viewpoint.)
(Lulu: Native People everywhere have a different point of view.)
(Jazz: Well, they certainly knew how to treat a cat. My tummy is full of salmon.)
After an hour of napping, during which the SmartBots sprayed those of us who had consumed alcohol with some stuff Sasha created…
(Sasha: Sobervix aerosol. I buy it on GalacticAmazon.)
…that completely sobered us up, we decided to do some gaming. We got out a shitload of board & card games and also fired up the X Boxes. Then it was Critters vs Humans.
On the video game front, Brian & I played Civilization 9: Cats vs Dogs against Leon & Flash. We set the timer for two hours and it was intense. I played a Doberman culture and Brian played the more scientific Border Collie culture.
(Sasha: The Dobies are a good race to play. Fast, smart and military.)
Flash played a Northern Cat culture and Leon chose the Jungle Cat culture. For most of the game, we just expanded our territories. In the last 25 minutes, it was time for war. Things got intense.
(Flash: We cats were doing well in battle, grabbing up cities & stuff. Then those damned Border Collies developed airplanes & tanks and we were screwed.)
(Leon: Yeah, we had fuck all for air defense.)
While we waged war, Grace, Ginie, & Avis played “Ticket to Ride: Middle Earth” vs Jazz, Sadie & Daisy. In the end, Daisy barely won.
Mary, Caroline & Lauren went up against Sasha, Roxy & Lulu in the card game “Love Letters”. After many hands, the humans triumphed by 3 wins.
(Lulu: That’s a nice card game.)
(Roxy: These mechanical hands are kind of cool.)
(Sasha: I like Otto better. He has tactile receptors and much better dexterity.)
Lacking enough critters to go around, Spike & Miranda played “Super Dario: Deathmatch” on another X Box. I believe Miranda won that one, since she was dancing about calling her dad a loser.
We are now pulling into a campground for the night. After dinner, it’s Movie Night. Our new “Double Feature Select-O-Mat” program will choose the two flicks we watch. More blogging tomorrow.
Destination Sign when we started: The Underdark
Destination Sign when we stopped: Toad Hall
Music: Heavy Metal Swing