"Up to Some Devilment or Other...."

I just had such a BLAST this summer with Rio. I'm sad it's already over! I should have named him Tarzan or Mowgli. Or HUCK. He would LIVE outside if I'd let him. No baths, living off the land, survival of the fittest... What a life!

"The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn't stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back.

The Widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn't go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn't really anything the matter with them..." (The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, -Mark Twain)


Rio is ALL BOY. His favorite things in the world are trucks and bugs, animals and trackhoes, muscles and motorcycles, dirt and tools. He sure keeps me busy. I love it.

...But I can't promise I'll ever sivilize him.