Monday, January 25, 2010
It shall form the centre of an arrangement of framed photos of my critters, past and present, on my bedroom or office wall.
And, just in case you think I've fallen off the edge of the planet or drowned in our lovely bay - I likely won't be posting again until at least Sunday as I'm off to the mainland once more to visit mom, Emma, the piggies, and some friends. My critters, of course, will be in the very capable hands of their Auntie Else.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
The hike begins at the top of my road, where we enter the woods on a narrow muddy trail which soon widens to an old access road - Crofton Lake used to be the water source for the village. It is a gradual uphill climb - enough that we have to stop to rest once or twice, but not so much to create discomfort.
Twenty minutes later we emerge from the trees and onto the dike that frames the lake.
At the lake
The lake is encircled by trees, hills and distant mountains, and one can imagine oneself miles from civilization. It reminds me of the many backpacking trips I did in my pre-arthritis days, where nights were spent under the stars or in a teeny tent on the shores of a remote lake. Light reflects on water and mirror images of trees, reeds, and even dogs appear. My friend Mary (Tarben's mom) sent me these two amazing shots:
Reflections of reeds
(Photo by Mary)
(Photo by Mary)
The dogs run around, chasing each other in the clearing by the dike or swimming in the chilly water.
(Photo by Mary)
The dogs frequently run back to find their human, checking in and looking for treats:
We stay for an hour, chatting, taking photos, watching dogs having fun. Then back down the trail (there is a longer circular route, but it is a bit too much for my old dogs so we have only taken it once) to where the cars are parked. Happy, tired dogs head home where they will nap for the rest of the day.
Can we go home now?
Thursday, January 21, 2010
A wee bit of background: Drew, the reddish-blond dog, loves to go after sticks in the water. Tarben, the bulldogge, hates water but does love to gnaw on sticks. Crofton Lake has a dike running along its shore - raised well above the edge of the water.
And THIS is what we observed yesterday afternoon - a true testament to the determination, perseverance and problem-solving abilities of our canine companions. Please note, there was absolutely NO human intervention in the feat you are about to observe.
Hmmm...here's a fine looking stick
(Note its postion in the water)
Someone help me get it out of here!
See, ya gotta spin it a bit like this!
Watch those splinters, though - yuk!
A little closer...
Looks fine to me.....just gotta get it out of this yucky wet stuff!
Maybe if I grab it with my mouth?
Maybe a little leap will help....
Or a push from this angle...
Or I'll drag it wiv my mouf
Umphf - almost got it!
That's more like it!
I'll just walk this end up to the top....
This is good.
Now to get that other end away from the wet stuff.
Now, where's that perfect chewing spot?
Ahhhh.....nom nom nom nom nom.........