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DOGGONE COTTAGE

20 Jul

On a lighter note, and to warm my heart, here are some pictures of Sydney at the cottage. She loved it there.

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September 12 – LOST!

21 Sep

The rain finally stopped and, although the trees were still dripping and the grass and ground were both saturated, I wanted to get started on the Big Project – trying to map the species on the property and generally delineate what areas are wetland, meadow, forest and other.  Sydney the Wonder Dog and I set “on a three hour tour…”

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Just past the “parking lot” (we really have to come up with a better name for that area), we found a number of striking plants that I couldn’t identify.  I think it is the same plant and it could be an aster, but I can’t pin it down…yet.

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Deep into the bush we went, me shooting video and commentary the whole way, picking leaves, taking pictures…

After an hour or so I figured we should head back – my pockets were stuffed with leaves and the Wonder Dog’s legs weren’t working as well as she thought they were.  I saw her make a little jump and fall flat because her hind legs wouldn’t comply, she’d fall sideways on uneven ground.  She looked a bit like she had one too many bowls of beer, but she seemed to be happy.  OK, let’s go back… but which way?!

OH CRAP, we’re lost! The second I realized I had no idea which way the cottage was …it started to rain.  We headed off in the direction my gut told me to go, walked for about 15 minutes and found ourselves right back where we started.  Then it started to pour buckets!  Sydney was doing her Lassie impression the whole time, trying to get me to follow her, but stubborn know-it-all that I am, I knew better.  I was wrong.  It took us about an hour more of sloshing around in no particular direction before we finally made our way back to the cottage.  Completely drenched and cold and tired.  I should have listened to Sydney in the first place.

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Hours later, the sky has cleared, the sun is setting and I am tip-toeing about so I don’t wake the still damp, exhausted brown bundle of fur snoring gently on the rug.