Barking with the Spuds

The folks have gone to the golf driving range over the last couple of days to work some things out, which is a polite way to say Dad needs to figure out how to hit the ball straight so he stops losing them all. Since they went to the golf course today it looks like he is ready to put things into play. When they came back they were talking about leaving Dad's club with the Pee on it at the driving range. Hearing this we were concerned that there was going to be a prison-style lock down and the ever evasive wet tail feather search to find Ree, no no I mean the guilty. Fortunately the club in question really does have a P (for pitching) on it. Honestly we think they all should have Pee on them, how else do you know which set is yours?

They also went to a place called a distillery and when we heard what they did we couldn't believe we didn't get to go. Apparently what you get to do at a distillery is smell bourbon bung holes! We are very skilled in the smelling of bung holes and would have liked to find out what a bourbon's smells like. Then they showed us a bung, a large wooden plug, that apparently gets beat into the bourbon's bung hole with a wooden mallet! These bourbons must be some tough beasts!

They also learned that some bourbon whiskey is made with rye and some with wheat, but it's not on the label which is which. The tour guide named some brands of each, both sides represented by the stash here in the coach. After some experimenting Mom decided she likes the wheat-based one best, Dad just makes a yucky face no matter what, and the Puppy likes his neat. Mom was pleased to learn from the tour guide that the water used for Kentucky bourbon is very high in calcium. That might explain why she's never needed a dental filling.

Ree Ree, Blue and Bentley