sorry

Forgive me for not posting in the past few days, but i was busy with anticipation of a new game Iwas getting, along with other things. The game i was in anticipation of was Quake 3: arena. If you don't know what Quake is, it's easy to find out: simply go to google and search "what is Quake?"and find the wikipedia article (probably second from thae top). If you dont already know, I love first-person shooters, third person shooters and, if the one of the game companies ever made one, I would also probably love a second person shooter (a shooting game where you see from the enemies perspective). As I have said before,  sorry for taking so long to post, we have a new puppy, his name is Jasper, but I call him "Jasperition" sometimes. he is 5 months old and full of spunk. he loves any squeaky toys that you give him, is afraid of my Dad's flugelhorn and thinks it's time to play when you lay on your back next to him for long enough. I'll post more soon. 'till then, have a good time! ☺☻

A memorial to Kiko

Kiko (pronounced "k-ee-k-oe") was a very good dog. We rescued him from the pound when he was only five months old. All of the puppies and dogs there were barking at us, except for him, he just came up to us and nudged up against us as if he was saying "are you gonna take me with you?" He was always happy, we would run around our yard with him playing keep-away with one of his treats and when we were done he would lay down and eat the treat he just earned. every day, dad would play a little game with Kiko that we would call "tooth games" where Kiko would turn over and give Dad little play nips. Dad was always Kiko's play buddy, and Kiko would follow Dad wherever Dad would let him go. Mom was like the alpha to him, he always tried to make mom happy, and if mom was happy, he was content. Kiko always had a strange way of knowing when somebody in the family was unhappy, and he would nudge up to them and try to make them happy, mainly by licking them and giving them the cute face. He always knew Matthew didn't always want company, so he stayed where he was when Matthew was upset, letting Matthew come to him when Matthew felt like it. With me however, he thought of me as his puppy. Kiko would always lick me whenever I came close. he definitely disliked the move from Boise to Moscow and from Moscow to Gennessee but he loved what he got, we had a dog park very close by in Gennessee. We spent four years up there, he had been five at the time, after two years there, I really understood what he wanted. Every few days, Dad took him on a walk, after the walk he would get a treat, either a dried pigs-ear (we called them chewies and that was the name he knew tham by) or a cookie (which was his name for dog biscuits). he would always love chewing chewies with Dad. after he went outside, if he didn't bark, he would get another cookie and he would always get a chewy at night. He was a great dog, and nobody and nothing will ever replace him. the whole family will always miss him.

mine! mine mine mine! mine-mine trip!

last friday, (march 6th 2009) we went on a trip to a copper mine (and no, it's not mine). it was nice to see how they seperate the copper from everything else, smelling it however, was not so fun. they had a special non-toxic (or so they say) floatation chemical which they use to make the copper float up from the mud in nice golden, stinky bubbles that sort of look like a pepsi after you shake it up, or boiling gold. these bubbles carry the copper over the rim of the container into another container below. it realy, realy stinks. on the plus side i got a couple pieces of copper and a pet rock, which is basicly just a rock with copper oxide and some other minerals in it. the trip was truly awesome.