Ribs! You Hear Me? I said Ribs, Bitch!

That should be enough but, of course, I'm not capable of leaving well enough alone.

Friday was the non-day workday and that was just fine with the little big wife, the big little pup and me.

We had a team building day at a place outside of town where they run hundred year old steam engines and take tourists and yanks for a cruise up through the trees, mostly redwoods but there are sequioa's and oak's as well. Not a bad way to not work.

And the best part was lunch, although the train was fun and Nande enjoyed herself on the train, so much more so when the lady said she didn't have to wear the muzzle. An unmuzzled dog is a generally happy dog. An unmuzzled dog with a place to lie down in the shade is a very happy dog.

And you know that holds the rib meat together? Rib bones and dogs love, love, love rib bones. My boss and her husband collected ten or twelve for their three massive wolf-hybrids but I was still able to rally up four to take home, the best part is that three of those four were still fully meated up and delicious.

Happy dog, happy dog owners.