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Our Pawlympic Events and Sunday Selfie starring Shoko

Pawlympics2016+LARGE-1Today is the last day for the Blogville Pawlympics.  The closing ceremony can be found at Frankly and Ernestly Speaking’s blog.  It was a wonderful summer diversion that Kali and I appreciated.  We entered three events as this was our first time in the Pawlympics.

Our first event was Lexi the Schnauzer’s Razzberies/ Tongue Curling.  Many of our friends were entered and we performed like pros.                                                     ksg4Kali was actually ticked at mom and getting ready to mew, loudly.

ashoksuccessglassesI was trying to touch my nose with my tongue.  I think I got it! too

We captured the gold,                                        awardtonquecurling

We were also entered in Easy”s Olympig event…Tuneful Farting.

I didn’t know it was called Tuneful Farting….I thought it was Tuning into Hearts…like the Queen of Hearts.  We would then sing.  A lady doesn’t go around farting Shoko.  We don’t even talk about those things.  Well, what do you do when you have gas…blow up like a balloon from holding it in?  Then we could enter you in the Macy”s Parade.  MOL  How rude Shoko!  We excuse ourselves and go into the bathroom.  No putting about the house, eh?  No way.  We’ll continue this fascinating fart talk later Kali.

First up was Kali singing through her butt.  MOL                                                                            KalitunefulfartingYou are gross Shoko.  I was embarrassed but it was all in fun.

I followed Kali with some explosive artwork.                                                       shokotunefulfartingWe won first place in the cat Category.  We were the only cat entries Shoko!   Wait…..Madi entered too.  Who’s Madi?  She is awesome and a great friend at Cat Scouts.                                                            1st.prizetunefulfartingeasyOur last entry was Fly Fishing at Dezizworld blog.

MOL, Kali your expression is priceless!                                                        kaliflyfishinLike, maybe if I ignore it…..it’ll go away.  MOL

My fast paced entry was next.                                                           shokoflyfishinWe walked away with gold again for our participation and efforts.                                                             FlyfishingOur first introduction to the Blogville Pawlympics was a positive one.

The Cat on my HeadNow on to The Cat on My Head’s Sunday Selfie.  Simply click on the hosting blog to visit more anipals posing for you.                                                                  shokcokeIt’s a coke kinda of a day my friends.

Tomorrow I’m off to get a tooth pulled, please purr for me my friends.

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Barkerville

Finally Barkerville stood on the horizon.  We all leaped out of the car after a long drive drive.  It took two and a half hours to get here.  We all headed for the bathroom.  Much better.  So let’s see some sights.  My word, its cold as charity up here in the mountains.  Let’s go Meiko, Pete, Timmy and Buddy Budd….let’s run and warm up.

Our first stop was the church on the edge of the town.

                                                         Einstein and Flat Shoko sat on the piano and imagined the gold miners and their wives coming to church so many years ago.

Two horses pull the carriage through the main street.  Notice the wet roads.  They’re about to get much wetter.  It just started hailing when we arrived.

Timmy and Buddy Budd just had to run onto the carriage.  They said it kinda smelled funny.

It started hailing again and we ran for cover.                                                          Mom and dad decided it was lunch time so Einstein and I followed mom and dad inside the restaurant.  Meiko, Pete, Buddy Budd and Timmy went looking for Bashful and Chip because we hadn’t seen them for quite some time now.                                                          I loved the Jasmine Tea mom shared with me.  It warmed me up inside.

Einstein had some of dad’s Chinese food but he said it was horrible.  He liked more meat…..this stuff was all noodley.

The hail stopped while we ate so we braved the elements again.  The guys had found Bashful and Chip looking calm as can be beside the towns communal water spout.

DSCN4056Do you notice that Bashful is standing on the top of his stone.  What happened to make him do a stone stand?  Nobody was saying much of anything.

This is a family home in the 1800’s.

                                                                                  The miners that lived by the creek would check into a boarding house when they needed a real good night’s sleep and a bath.  Only $10 a night.

The saloons did an awesome business with all the money and nowhere but Barkerville to spend it.

Hurdy Gurdy Girls

Although the Barkerville saloons already had women entertainers, much excitement was caused in the summer of l865 when there arrived from San Francisco an organized group of dancing partners, complete with musicians.

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Hurdy Gurdy Girls

The girls danced with the miners for a dollar a dance to the rhythms made by two fiddlers who reportedly sang loud so the music could be heard above the noise of the stomping feet.

Starved of women’s company and faced with the troupe’s determination to deal in nothing but dance steps, the men developed a style of dancing that both surprised and exhausted their partners.

The main point of this step, as described by those who were there, was for the man to lift his partner repeatedly as high as he could off the floor, at the same time swinging her feet aloft.

Here we are in the Hotel that featured the Hurdy Gurdy Girls daily.

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Bashful and Chip grabbed a comfortable spot on the shelf to watch the action.

It was hailing again so we all thought it was time to leave.  The Barkerville peeps were inside and away from the cold, hail and mud.

We all piled in the car and dad put the heat on.  We all said. “Awwww” in unison and started out of Barkerville.  I told mom that we hadn’t seen the gold fields or panned for gold.  Mom said it was too miserable and nobody would help us anyway.  The flats would just have to take our word for it.

As we left Barkervile we passed beside Williams Creek….the river that started the gold fever.                                                                         Bye Cariboo…heellllo Prince George area.

We must be getting close….the old mooses sign is back out again.

Here we are.  It didn’t seem to take as long getting home.

We hope you enjoyed coming on our tour of Barkerville.  The weather could have been better but we flats and rocks had a great time.

Mom, Meiko and my furs are stinking up…MOL….sorry I meant our furs are sticking up…right Meiko?  There are bent ears all around too.  Ok, we’ll get them fixed with this special stuff dad gave us Shoko.  There we go every cat looks just about as good as new.  We are tired mom so we’ll call it a nite.  Nite all my flats and rocks.  Anybody need a story to fall asleep?  Not tonight mom…I’m asleep on my paws.

The Road To Barkerville

Last week mom and dad decided to take all our flat visitors and the pet rocks to Barkerville.  You’re wondering what this Barkerville town is?  Well, in 1862 Billy Barker discovered gold on Williams Creek and triggered a stampede of thousands to the Cariboo.  Over the next eight years Barkerville thrived.  It was the biggest town north of San Francisco.  When the gold faded away so did the town.  Barkerville is now a thriving tourist destination.

So we all piled in the car. King Meiko, Pete, Timmy, Buddy Budd, Einstein , me (Foko) and the pet rocks…Bashful and Chip.  Oh right….mom and dad too. MOL  We travelled like 87,000 miles.  OK it was more like 170 miles.  We didn’t waste any time but it was a looooong trip.

DSCN4027EEEk……avalanches!….the flats were scared.   Not to worry,  there’s no snow guys.

The road next to this tranquil stream was called the Cariboo Wagon Road before it was smoothed out and widened.  It was also referred to as the eighth wonder of the world.

Mom was attempting to show the devastation  the Pine Beetle has done to all the mature pine trees.  All the mature pine trees are dead and are just sticks now.  For some reason, the young and tender pine trees have been left alone.  One perk to this mess is the wood left by the pine beetle….it is beautifully coloured.

Barkerville is just up ahead….ignore the sign distance.

Next post we will enter the town of Barkerville.