Mother - Daughter Bonding

My Mom came out Friday morning to visit me & K. She brought a "surprise" for us to see. I had accidentially figured it out the day before while talking to her on the phone, but I promised not to tell K. She'd been looking for a puppy all spring & summer, but just hadn't found "the one". She finally found "the one" a couple of weekends ago, but wanted to surprise us by just showing up with her. K was thrilled to meet grandma's new puppy, a St. Bernard she named Bandit (as a tribute to another Saint we loved for a short time many years ago).

After getting acquainted with the new puppy, mom wanted to do a little target shooting. She's preparing for her concealed carry exam and wanted to practice. Poor thing, she lives in the city, so she doesn't have the luxury of stepping out her door and shooting any time she pleases...she actually has to *travel* somewhere (gasp!). We, on the other hand, have the "spare" picnic table set up as part of our permanent rifle range!

Of course, K came along with us. She has her very own "ear muffins" that we got for her, special order. They're just her size and exactly what she picked out. She likes to follow us around picking up the "empties". We were just shooting .22s, which cannot be reloaded, but her service is helpful for dad. He reloads almost everything we shoot.

Anyway, about half-way through a box of shells, my mom stops shooting, laughs a little, and says, "You know, nothing brings a mother an daughter together like shooting the crap out of a paper man!". I had to laugh, too. She's right, it's not every day that three generations of women get together for target practice. I'm sure she'll pass her test. She landed plenty of shots right in the family jewels! I blasted away at his head & chest, so I'm sure, between the two of us, we killed the creep.

Yep, nothing like a little mother - daughter bonding.