Home again, home again, jiggity jig…

We again braved the eleven hour car ride, this time with three kids and a puppy, but everyone did great and we are glad to be home safely. ¬†There are lots of things we will miss about being at the lake, however, such as naps on the porch…

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playing in in the water…

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digging in the mud…

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watching for ducks…

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sporting new nautical bandanas…

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and chewing on pine cones.

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(Okay, that last one is probably particular to Aspen!)

Good thing we only have to wait 9 1/2 weeks to go back!

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Great Dames

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My husband’s grandparents really loved dogs. Truly, I think they may have loved their dogs a little more than they loved their kids, but don’t tell my father-in-law that. When Nancy (the grandmother) was in the later throes of Alzheimer’s, I would sit with her and she would repeat three stories, obviously three of the most significant moments of her life, and one of those stories was when they got their first dog.

That dog is somewhat of a legend in our family for saving the life of my father-in-law. The dog was named Charlie-She because they thought she was a he, but upon discovering the mistake, instead of doing the obvious thing of changing the name to a feminine version like Charlotte or Charlene, they simply tacked the female pronoun onto the end. Well one day, the gate to the from the back to the front yard was accidently left open. Little toddler Brad spared no time in making his escape. Nancy looked out the kitchen window just in time to see him making his way to the street as a roadster was speeding around the bend. Charlie-She wasted no time in grabbing young Brad by his knickers and pulling him to safety. A great dog.

She was the first in a series of German Shepherds, all subsequently named Gretchen, followed by a couple of Golden Retrievers, the Maggies. Maggie I was funny. She thought she was queen of the lake. In the morning, she’d trot up to the village where the few shops and cafes are located, get fawned over and fed by visitors and locals alike, and then in the afternoon, one of the resort employees would usually escort her home in a golf cart. Oh, how I wish I had a photo of her¬†sitting in the cart, proud as a peacock! She knew she had a good thing going! A smart dog.

All of them-great and ordinary alike- have been immortalized on the wall of “Great Dames” at the cabin. I’m not sure it’s entirely normal for a family to dedicate an entire wall of photos to their dogs, but that’s how it is around here. They’re not just dogs, they’re family. And in the case of Charlie-She, a hero to boot.

And I think there’s just enough room at the bottom to add a photo of the newest addition to the family!

Digging Her Way to China

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Since the rain finally stopped, it was time to get both girls- the furry one and the non-furry one- down to the local playground to run off some pent-up energy. While the non-furry one was content on the slides and monkey bars, Aspen discovered that sand is great for digging and decided to attempt to dig her way to China. When she was done, she had sand everywhere, even her tongue, but she was one tired and happy dog!

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And then home again for a nap. Asleep before I could even get her leash off!

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Wild Weather

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So just minutes after Aspen and I braved the downpour for a walk around part of the lake, this happened. The downpour turned into a snowstorm! Aspen, of course, I true retriever form, did her best to eat it all:

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Here is how the lake looked last night:

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(Photo taken by Janet Martinez. I wish I could take such amazing photographs!)

But this morning, we awoke to this:

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Perfect weather for another walk!

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“Did someone say ‘walk’?”

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More mountain adventures tomorrow!