Yesterday, my husband took our Golden Retriever to the groomer, who operates out of a vet clinic.
When he picked Buddy up, he looked great, all trimmed up and handsome as could be. But it was the story the groomer told my husband that was more impressive.
You see, Buddy had to go outside for a potty break and in doing so, passed by a family who was crying because they had put their dog to sleep. On instinct, Buddy went over to them and snuggled up with them, getting hugs and pats. He knew they needed a little love and needed to give it back too, apparently.
Anyway, the groomer reported that it was a really nice thing for the family.
Buddy, who is almost 12, is a great dog, always a people pleaser, very patient and loving. But yesterday, I think he surprised even us for being just what that family needed.
How did he know?
Here’s our Buddy, all handsome this morning.
I fell in love with Sioux Falls from the backseat of a red Ford Fiesta.
In the late 1970s, my pastor and his wife, E. S. and Lois Skaar, drove me to Sioux Falls in their tiny car in order to attend a Lutheran synod convention on the Augustana College campus. They thought I would enjoy working with other youth leaders and seeing the church-affiliated college.
It was my first trip to the state’s largest city. Previously, I had been as far south as Watertown. It also was the first time I ate at a Wendy’s drive-through restaurant and stayed in a college dorm room. Except for family vacations, I had spent my entire life in northeastern South Dakota.
That trip helped me decide to go to Augustana, a choice that was not only right for me but amazing in its scope. Like many people, college was the place where I grew, figured out who I was, developed life-long relationships with peers, earned a liberal arts-centric degree and continued to fall in love with Sioux Falls. I took jobs in a couple of other cities _ Indianapolis and St. Cloud, Minn. _ but came back.
Sioux Falls is just a welcome place and where I want to be. When I stopped by the college to take photos to go with this blog, President Rob Oliver walked by and struck up a conversation. It’s that kind of friendly that makes us who we are, Sioux Falls.
And it’s a love affair that has kept me here, after all of those years.
The Sioux Falls Convention and Visitors Bureau is urging people to share their stories about their love of the city, using the hashtag, #FallsInLove.
That’s my story. What’s yours?
Here’s the administration building at Augustana, almost hidden in the full trees on campus.
In my high school in the late 1970’s, we were addicted to KISS.
We listened to their music, danced to it, sang along and adopted band members’ dress on occasion. We embraced their rock music without ever seeing them in person. A group of classmates even formed a band and played KISS songs. They were wildly popular and amazing. We thought they sounded just like the real deal and were thrilled the day they were allowed to play on the gym stage for an assembly. I’m still not sure how they got the principal to allow it.
This week, KISS – the full band – is coming to Sioux Falls for a private show with today’s teens. See story here: http://www.argusleader.com/article/20130717/ENT/307170050/KISS-appear-Brennan-Rock-Roll-Academy-dedication-Saturday.
I can only imagine what it would be like, listening to icons from my teen years 35 years later. I would want to “Shout It Out Loud” or “Rock and Roll All Nite.”
Maybe it’s best if those moments continue as cherished memories instead of realities.
Tomorrow, my life will change for the better.
The bridge on 250th Street going from the west side of the Big Sioux River into Baltic will open. The city is having a party at 6 p.m. to celebrate.
That means my children can go three instead of eight miles one way for school workout sessions and classes themselves once they start in August. It means shorter travel for every activity.
It means a grocery store is closer but not a gas station, since that closed after bridge traffic was banned last September when inspectors found the structure was unsound. I can more easily go to our small library again and get dog food at the elevator.
There are, of course, bigger problems than a bridge being closed for 10 months so that it can be replaced — lots bigger. But the shortest route is welcome after “going the long way around.”
There have been a couple of rankings lately highlighting South Dakota as the best place to do business and Brookings as a great place to live.
But a different list has my attention: Food Network Magazine’s 50 best ice creams in 50 states. I’m not sure how they picked their best recommendations, but does it really matter? I want to try some of them anyway, and lists are always subjective.
But this is a list I can get behind.
Not surprising, South Dakota State University’s cookies and cream ice cream made and sold at the campus Dairy Bar was chosen as the best in our state. It’s certainly good.
I expected to see Blue Bunny as the top Iowa choice but instead it is Hickory Park’s salted nut roll in Ames. That sounds pretty good, too.
There are a couple of flavors on the magazine’s list that I’m not inclined to try, though. The Montana choice is Sweet Peaks’ ranch dressing ice cream. Nope. Not doing it, although it comes with carrot sticks for dipping. I also wouldn’t order North Dakota’s Whirla Whip with dill pickle relish in Stanley. Blech! But I’m sure they’d have something else I would like.
In case you are headed to Nebraska this summer, the top choice is the root beer float at the Lincoln Dairy Store. As for neighboring Minnesota, the recommendation is the Convention Grill in Edina for the strawberry malt.
If you want to check out other states, visit this site for an interactive map. http://www.foodnetwork.com/50-states-50-ice-cream-treats/package/index.html
The chicks we bought this spring to help fill in for our hens that are showing some age are starting to lay their first eggs.
It’s amazing really that between February and June the chicks go from needing heat lamps to stay alive to laying free-range delicious eggs. For those urban ag proponents who raise a few hens or those living the country life like me, first eggs are simply miraculous.
For starters, they are tiny, just slightly bigger than a robin’s egg. But they’re perfect — hard shelled, yolk inside, everything right with nature.
So in a proud moment like the first day of school or a summer vacation, I’ve taken a photo of our teeny egg from one of the 30 pullets running around my acreage. It’ll take a while to make a cake out of these babies, but they’re pretty adorable.
It’s road ditch mowing day some places in Minnehaha County.
Farmers east of the Missouri River can do this specific task only after July 10 in order to protect nesting pheasants. But transportation workers can mow earlier right along the roadside and were taking one swath along a few roads in the county this morning, knocking down the high grasses that prevent motorists from safely seeing at intersections. They’re also allowed to mow in cases of noxious weeds.
That brings me to my real question. When is a flower a weed?
One of the best parts about living on a township road is the variety of plants in the ditches. My favorite ones are the wild roses decorating our roadside with pink petals this time of year. I’m sure those are actually flowers.
But there are questionable plants too, such as the bushy plants with yellow flowers that look like wild mustard. There’s dame’s rockets and some other tight purple blooming thing that most likely is a weed. Later this summer Queen Anne’s lace, along with a few other blooms, will make a showy display up and down our road. I usually stop and take a photo or two. One year, my oldest son took his 4-H photography pictures in our ditches.
I’ve always wondered about this plant. It looks like both a flower and a weed to me. Can you help me name it? It’s yellow. Send me a message at email@example.com or answer my post on Facebook or Twitter.
I grew up on a farm so weather was a big part of what we watched out for, especially clouds like the ones this morning.
These doom-and-gloom clouds brought significant rain in a short amount of time. Best of all, they were really interesting to look at.
Both were taken off Interestate 29 north of Sioux Falls about 8:30 a.m., in front and behind me.
Earlier this week, I paid less than $3 a gallon for gas here in Sioux Falls.
I had $.51 in savings from one of those grocery store promotions.
Today, I noticed super unleaded gasoline was $3.37 a gallon at Kum & Go on north Minnesota Avenue. That got me thinking about what a difference a month makes. In May, gas prices were climbing faster than a summer thermometer.
A local AAA South Dakota spokeswoman said those prices would stay high until mid-June. I like the prices today better than those of the past month. A lot.
It would be great if prices fell even lower, but I’ve always got that supermarket incentive to fall back on.
By the way, my photo from Kum & Go was shot purely out of convenience. I was driving by. But, the chain has had a rough week. Founder WIlliam Krause, 78, died Wednesday after being treated for cancer. The company is headquartered in West Des Moines, Iowa, and we have six locations here.
My co-worker Jill Callison wrote this blog http://arguscallison.tumblr.com/post/53515887445/this-is-all-that-remains-of-the-harness-that-i about her dog chewing off a harness that she forgot to remove for the night.
Last weekend, I took a 10-minute snooze in a lawn chair outside of my camper while enjoying the weekend at Lewis & Clark by Yankton. Our seven-month old puppy, Tessa, was on a leash around my wrist and was sitting under my chair in the shade. Or so I assumed.
When I woke up and pulled on the leash to bring her around to me, all I got was leash.
She had chewed it off. My reaction: panic. She runs like 30-miles-an-hour and is an Australian shepherd miniature. She’s born to herd and likes to be kept busy. I was pretty sure she was gone forever.
But when I called her name, she came out from under out camper, all innocent looking.
Maybe she is learning to stick around. She just likes it on her terms. Or maybe she just wanted me to look really silly, sleeping in a chair and holding only a leash.
Here’s the pup with the older dog, Buddy, who isn’t running anywhere and should not be implicated in this crime.