Thursday morning was spent reading while waiting for sleepy-head M. to wake up (A. and his uncle had left earlier to drive his brother to Saranac). There was a rose bush outside the main house (their plot has one larger house, where most of the under-30-above-10 crowd slept, and another smaller cabin where the actual owners, A.'s uncle B. and aunt W., spent their nights) I asked what the tomato-like buds on the bush were, and M. told me that they were rose hips...you learn a new thing every day.
M. and I participated in a moderately epic transfer of wood from underneath the cabin up a hill and into W.'s truck along with A.'s sister and two of his cousins. The G. members of this labor group then sat on said wood as it was driven to a new location.
W. and B. stayed in the separate cabin with their dogs, three adult Vizslas (Athena, Arthur and...I forget), and a puppy named Aurora who needed to be kept separated from the adults for fear of Arthur's, the alpha of the pack, potential for biting her head (another story entirely). While the cousins and W. went to deliver the wood, M. and I watched the three adult dogs.
Hello pretty, how are you? Good? That is great! You sure are pretty.
There were two canoes and one rowboat attached to the dock and, at one point, one of the female dogs jumped in it and it drifted a little bit from the dock. I thought this was funny and couldn't wait to see how she solved the issue (she waited a second for the canoe to drift back and hopped out....anti-climactic). The dogs weren't big into swimming, though they all would wade a little bit.
Lovely.
M. and I participated in a moderately epic transfer of wood from underneath the cabin up a hill and into W.'s truck along with A.'s sister and two of his cousins. The G. members of this labor group then sat on said wood as it was driven to a new location.
W. and B. stayed in the separate cabin with their dogs, three adult Vizslas (Athena, Arthur and...I forget), and a puppy named Aurora who needed to be kept separated from the adults for fear of Arthur's, the alpha of the pack, potential for biting her head (another story entirely). While the cousins and W. went to deliver the wood, M. and I watched the three adult dogs.
Hello pretty, how are you? Good? That is great! You sure are pretty.
There were two canoes and one rowboat attached to the dock and, at one point, one of the female dogs jumped in it and it drifted a little bit from the dock. I thought this was funny and couldn't wait to see how she solved the issue (she waited a second for the canoe to drift back and hopped out....anti-climactic). The dogs weren't big into swimming, though they all would wade a little bit.
Lovely.
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