This is brother Brendan standing cleverly as if to obscure me, but I pay no mind, I observe the horses and share love with the brothers. |
I'm always up for whatever and I always love learning new thingy-doos. Specifically* I love converting my expansive passive vocabulary into an active vocabulary. If you didn't know, it's possible to say things out ioud yourself that you've previously only heard.
But this unexpected vacation has allowed me to learn something new and glorious; I learned a new wordy-phrase. Thanks to hanging out on the outy-skirts of Vancouver at the massive park complete with the routine departures of float planes, I've learned how to say "bye-bye."
Really it was a day of walking around. Me and the brothers all had our leashes on and Daddy-O had his roller blades on so our efforts were ideal for muling dad around to the delight of international tourists who witnessed it. But then, all of a sudden, a float plane took off. The parents and brothers all wished it bye-bye and -- I don't know what came over me -- to the surprise of everyone (myself included) I wished it bye-bye too.
But then, whatever, it was as out of sight as it was out of mind, even though it really was "out of sight."
No matter, I'd already learned it and I couldn't unlearn it. I've forgotten almost as much as I've ever learned, but I've never unlearned anything. The plane (and moment) was gone so I went back about my Franken-style walking and exploration. The knowledge was secure, however locked somewhere cozy within my noggin.
The proof is in the pudding. I didn't see any proof nor pudding, but the parents apparently did.
We were trying to head back over the the Howard Johnson's when I heard another float plane set to jet back out when some sort of Pavlovin bell rung and my chops slobbered up and I turned tail and ran back towards the beachy-doo.
Daddy-O was still on skates so I knocked him dead to right and right to tukkis. I heard the departure and, thanks to my newfound abililty, I felt compelled to run back and wish it "bye-bye."
And now I'm a smarter baby-man. Flights depart on the half hour and float planes equal bye-bye.
That's it.
*I can never remember, is it "specifically" or "pacifically"?
ABOVE -This is a panaoramic sea-front shot from where I could see me the many float planes to-ing and fro-ing, as if to beg my "bye-bye" proclamations perpetually. Ah float planes, those noisy, airborne accoutrements that have taught me nigh-abouts nothing.
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