Maine

The dogs and I are in Maine for a quick vacation. A whole bunch of my family are here, including an elderly (twelve-year-old) golden named Max. Unfortunately, my fiancé wasn't able to take Monday off. He's home alone, enjoying not having. To take dogs out to pee.

It turns out that Maxwell is actually a water dog. After watching big Max fetch in the lake for a while, he was more than happy to run in after a tennis ball. I had to un-clip him from his long line, because we was swimming out so far! He is now so enamored of this new game that he fetched for an hour and a half this morning, only stopping because I wouldn't throw the ball again.

Sadie has been a bit of a wuss. Just a handful of fetches, and she'd decide she was done. Mostly she would just go for quick swims to cool off. She also, however, started going down the road to see what people were having for lunch. So, she got tied up as well.

Big Max is a nice dog all around. Incredibly friendly, fine with the young whipper-snappers, and in surprisingly good shape. Sure, his hind end isn't what is used to be, but he was out there fetching in the lake for just as long, or longer, than Maxwell. Today I wasn't paying close enough attention, and he went off across the lake. After my uncle in a kayak. I had to swim out and coax him back to shore. Incredible for an old pup!

The highlight of the day? Sadie going for a ride in the kayak my dad made umpteen years ago. Which my uncle resealed with duct tape. She was happy enough to get in, but not entirely sure about being swept away from shore.

Sadie and my uncle, out for a boat ride. Old Max is swimming along side.
Photo taken by my cousin.

 

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