So the new year started with cousins Tyler and Tristan for an overnight. They were playing monopoly and Othello and really having a good time.
About 6:30 we received word that a dear friend had lost his son in a snowmobiling accident. Gunnar Anderson, 22, died instantly when he hit a creek with his snowmobile and one of the skies got stuck and he got thrown from his snowmobile. I had rented a room and worked with Gunnar's Dad in 2002. So I got to know Gunnar because he was there a bit during the time that I was living there. He was a charmer and master positive manipulator. He grew into a fine young man and would often call me with any bank related concerns. The memorials for him on facebook and everywhere just keep coming. He will not be forgotten and hopefully will be an example to many for how he lived and loved. He packed a lot into 22 years.
Fast forward to Thursday Morning. Kaj and I were getting ready to go to school and work and I asked Kaj to go get Diesel and bring him in. The bus had just gone by which is our cue to leave the house. All of the sudden Kaj comes in and says that Diesel is laying dead in the middle of the road because the bus just hit him. I was in disbelief. But sure enough I went out and it appears that he was probably barking at the wrong side of the tire or slide or something and got his head and neck under the wheel. He died instantly and there was not a big mess (thank goodness) just a little spot of blood. You kept wanting him to get up but it was just not going to happen. Kaj and I spent the day home and I called Skinner and Brandi. Again a sweet soul gone to heaven. He was a lover, soft and beautiful. We are going to miss him dearly. You walk up to the door and keep thinking that his face should be looking out the window at you. Or you wait to hear his foot steps going into Kaj's room after Skinner and I were in bed and he would just up and sleep with Kaj. Or he would wait for the coffee to be started in the morning and the lunch box open and he would jump off Kaj's bed and go down to the kitchen for some doritos or cheese with Skinner and then back up to jump in bed with me.
Not the brightest move but Skinner and I just couldn't stand the quiet of having just Anssi around. So that same day we started looking at puppies. You knew it was wrong but we couldn't help ourselves. I happened to find an 11 week old German Shepard. Of course the next day after the funeral for Gunnar I headed south. I picked up Brandi in Hermantown and her friend Trinidy. Brandi did all the driving to Clear Lake WI and back to Hermantown. She did great with only one terrifying experience pulling into Hinckley. Which I believe I have had a few of my own. When all the lanes are specifically marked but the snow is covering them makes it hard for a first timer and it of course was at like rush hour so there were cars everywhere. Other than that it was a smooth ride. A little longer since I think Google kept wanting to send us over to WI to go down so we ended up on some dirt roads and out in the country.
After we picked up Willis of course he puked on me and rather than Brandi pulling over to a gas station on the left side of the road she said we will wait till the next one. It was at least 10 miles of puke soaking into my clothes. When we did finally pull over I put Willis outside and he was like what the hell is this? I texted the people we got him from and they said that no he had never been outside. I was like you have got to be kidding me, how am I going to potty train this puppy. But he has done surprising well. So far anyway it is only day three!
Oh the adventures of farm life!
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