Husbear and I are renovating the cabin up in Tahoe.
Let’s just say “the best laid plans of mice and men . . .”
Due to scheduling and travel conflicts, I headed north alone with the dogs. We had new floors put in and there is sawdust everywhere. EVERYWHERE! So, I spent the weekend with the shop vac sucking every nook and crevice. Get your filthy minds out of the gutter . . .
After about two days of dust and contractors – “You wanted the door to swing which way?” “Was this supposed to be painted blue?” “Oh, that’ not in the contract” – I put the dogs in the truck and headed east. I made a few stops but was met with many “No Dogs” signs. Finally, I found a scenic overlook and parked the truck. The dogs were happy to be free and we made our way along a rocky, wooded path along the lake. The dogs took off for the water and I yelled in vain to keep them in range, but they were gone. Eventually, I found them at the bottom off a steep climb splashing in the lake. I scurried over boulders, muttering to myself and found myself in a secluded area along the shore.
So, I stripped down to my boxers and dove in after the dogs. The water was chilly, but refreshing. The dogs were happy to have a swimming companion. As I splashed along with my mutts – I realized this was the first time all year that I had been in the lake. And it was Labor Day – ugh! Note to self - Get a life!
Later, the dogs and I drove back into town. I needed a burger – you know with bacon, cheddar, onions, the works! There is one dog friendly place in town – Crosby’s. The regulars at the bar are on a first name basis with the dogs. And there are always dog treats.
We made our way back to the cabin, I called husbear to say goodnight and crawled under the covers with a dog on each side.
At about 4am, I woke up freezing. I like to sleep with the windows open and the temperature had dropped. Really dropped! 27 friggin degrees! I was forced to crawl out from under the covers, cursing I ran around closing windows and cranked up the heat. As I crawled back in bed, the one dog groaned. “Gee, sorry to bother you . . .”
All in all, not a bad way to end the summer.