Hi. Jake the Lab here, filling in for my mistress, aka Lorrie. She decided to take the week off, so I’m doing her a favor. I call my master and mistress Ma and Pa, because they’re the only parents I remember. Sure don’t remember any of my litter-mates, either, but I remember friends and family who have been nice to me, you bet.
Last Wednesday morning Ma took me snowshoeing because she figured the trail would be beaten down by then. She was partly right. We had a little trouble getting up the plowed bank across the street, and I thought it was pretty funny when she stepped in up to her thigh before she got the snowshoes on. She had her laugh on me later.
As long as I stay behind her, it’s fine, because she tamps down the loose snow, but if I try to go ahead to follow some good smells, I get in trouble. Still, we had a pretty good walk, and I spied a turkey up the trail and lit out after it. Dang thing just flew up into a tree. About that time we turned around to head for home. And when we got back to the plowed bank, I stepped a little off the beaten path, and there I was, in up to my shoulders. As an elderly gentleman I had a bit of a struggle, but I knew that Ma would help me if needed. As it was, I managed on my own, and she just had a good laugh.
Ma and Pa together took me snowshoeing on Sunday morning. We went down the Steeplechase trail to the golf course and then picked up a snowshoe trail there that led to the Fairway Road. They took off the snowshoes then and put me on a leash, which I don’t like, and we hoofed it back to Eden Lane.
On Saturday the folks left me alone most of the day because they had to go to Camden for something or other. I heard them talking about somebody dying, so I guess that was it. Later I figured out it was the mother-in-law of their oldest daughter. I could tell they were pretty sad about this, because we dogs can sense these things. I don’t much like being left behind usually, but one of my important jobs is to guard the house, so that’s what I did.
Ma told Pa there was a big cross-country race at the Rangeley Nordic Center on Saturday, with six high schools skiing. She said that Adam Mahar of the Telstar Nordic Team came in first. Way to skate, Adam!
Last Wednesday Ma had some of her spinning friends here for the day. They sat out in the sunroom, spinning, knitting, and jabbering away. They were all pretty nice to me, giving me pats and telling me what a good boy I am. I heard them say that they saw turkeys out back by the trees, but I didn’t see them. Of course, if I’d been outside, I would have smelled them and chased them, for sure.
Monday morning I overheard Ma talking on the phone with Linda Westleigh all about an exciting adventure she had with her family. Linda, her daughter, Lisa Pivin, and her neighbor, Joyce Donnaruma drove to St. Albans, Vt., on Feb. 4, where they met up with Annie, Maddie, and Caden Costello, Lisa’s daughter and grandchildren. Annie drove up from Fort Drumm, N.Y., then drove to West Bethel with her mom while Linda and Joyce came back in their car.
That’s when the fun began, because there were a bunch of birthdays to celebrate. Maddie turned three on Jan. 5; Aiden will be one on Feb. 23; and Annie has a birthday on Feb. 28, so there was a huge party. (Sure wish I could have been there. I bet there were lots of crumbs and handouts that a nice dog like me could have snagged.) Linda said the whole visit was "grammy heaven."
Well, guess I’ll just "paws" here and remind you to get in touch with Ma with your news of life in West Bethel. I guess you know her e-mail is firstname.lastname@example.org, and her phone number is 824-2917. She’ll be back next week.