That's Jake leading the way at the MARC.
Jake is thankful for this Thanksgiving weekend.
Obviously, our RoadDog hasn’t said so, but he doesn’t have to tell us – we just know.
First of all, there was the incredible weather. I can’t remember a Thanksgiving weekend as consistently warm and sunny as this one any time recently. It was simply amazing.
Then, thanks to the wonderful weather, our Cairn got to do all kinds of fun things. Steve still hasn’t recovered fully from his fall, although he’s doing very well (and thank you to all of you who have inquired about his health and well-being in recent weeks), so we weren’t able to ride. None of us are very thankful about that, but we’re all very grateful that Steve didn’t suffer more serious injuries and will be able to ride again in a few weeks.
Still, we’re making the best of it and had a marvelous weekend, even if we were riding around in a car instead of on the bikes.
On Saturday afternoon, the three of us headed off to the MARC in Dayspring and had a lovely walk. Some of it was along a sunny, warm road while much of it was through some shaded woods. It really was a great way to spend the afternoon, meandering and exploring, enjoying the day. It was also good for our boy, well for all of us, to get out and stretch the legs and get some fresh air.
And there he is heading for the beach at Rissers.
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We had such fun that we decided to head out again on Sunday afternoon, this time to Rissers Beach. Wow, what a day it was at Rissers. It was sunny and hot. There were quite a few people walking and still others swimming and playing in the water. I was wearing capris and ended up wet to my thighs. Unfortunately, Jake got a little wetter thanks to some bad timing on my part. I kind of coaxed our boy a little further away from shore than he usually ventures. It was a bad moment for a slightly larger wave to come in and wash right over his head. He wasn’t very happy, not with the wave, the water or me for a few minutes. Our RoadDog is pretty forgiving though and he got over it quickly.
Jake played in the water for quite some time, wading up to his chest which, if you think about it, must be kind of tiring. It would be similar to us walking in hip-deep water, which can be quite a workout. He also rolled around on the sand and got completely covered in it and then didn’t quite understand why I tried to wash some of it off of him before he headed back towards the car.
Finally, our RoadDog came up with a new beach game. He decided he should dig up all the shells he encountered which were lying right side up on the beach. That was likely kind of tiring too because there were a lot of them and the water would wash in and cover them up and Jake would have to search for them and start again. Then he’d move on to another. It was quite a project.
Needless to say, on Sunday evening Jake had a shower. We were able to suck up a bit after that thanks to a bag of faux Timbits Steve picked up on Saturday – donut holes from the grocery store. Jake definitely knows the difference, but seemed to think that a faux Timbit was better than no Timbit at all.
Monday was more low key. Jake was so tired we decided to take it easy on him. He just kept us company outside while we did some yard work. Of course, he had to walk around and inspect everything we’d done and seemed rather pleased that I’d cut back some branches and widened the path to the front lawn.
Then it was off to my parents’ house for Thanksgiving dinner. Jake didn’t have any turkey, but he did have some extra peas and carrots. And he might have had the front tip of my slice of pumpkin pie. I’m not confessing anything … but it might have happened.
And now I’m pretty sure if I go look for RoadDog, I’ll find him gently snoring in the living room. … Yep. That’s where he is. His tongue is out, but he’s sort of smiling around it. He had a grand weekend.
He's after one of those shells, but the water washed in and hid it - again.