Yesterday, like an intrepid hunter of little white (inedible) balls, Carm braved the cold, blustery day. It didn’t rain where he was, but here at camp the rain came down on and off all morning. I bundled up under a blanket and watched mindless TV - not at all in character as I don’t normally have the TV on during the day. ‘Pick a Puppy’ and ‘Bridget Jones's Baby’ were the perfect antidote for a drizzly day.
Later in the day, after the roads had somewhat dried out, I took the beasts for a short walk and run. We’ve been taking them to ‘the pines’, a camp road not far from here that is a loop with one way in and out. We can see if cars or people are coming so it’s a good place for the zoomies. And wow - Adia goes beserk.
A bit after that I took both dogs for a longer walk - Spike was keen and straining at the leash. It was his best walk yet. In the last 5 or so days he has really perked up. He isn’t sleeping on the bed all day but stays in the main living space with us. He’s been keen to go for walks, enjoying the time pulling me along to the next awesome smell.
By the time it was dark we had the blinds closed against the frigid air. The little fireplace had been running all day and soon the furnace was blowing warm air around in a vain attempt to keep the place warm. At bedtime we knock the temp down to 64F - luckily Grace’s down coat is ‘Canada Goose’ quality so she doesn’t seem to mind. Adia cuddles in the fabric crate in the bedroom, snuggling into the comforter stuffed inside. Spike wedges himself between Carm and I on the bed - the three of us are toasty warm no matter how cold it gets.
This is the fun of fall camping!
Today the sun poked out for a few minutes here and there in the morning, but by noon the sky was socked in with low grey clouds.
After lunch we stuck Adia into her crate (the metal one which we carried into the bedroom) and left with the recording software running. We stopped for a milkshake at McD’s, and a few other stops, getting us back in just over 1 hour. The recording showed about 4 minutes of intermittent howling - both dogs getting into the vocals. Is this better? I’m not sure. (I should go through the recording again and actually count the howling seconds instead of estimating.)
After we were back it was time for a long walk with another run. Bringing us to now. Fireplace burning, furnace bellowing, sweater, wool socks. Oh yeah, this is the life! (or it would be if we turned off CNN).
Photos from the other night:
“Every carbon atom in every living thing on the planet was produced in the heart of a dying star.”
~Brian Cox
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