One week by the water, we couldn't of asked for better as a break. Windsurf, swim, read, eat and drink...I think that my resume the week for us.
On for a bit of a story? Of course a vacation wouldn't be one without a bit of an adventure...would it? We knew Marley was a very loyal and focused dog but didn't quite know how stupidly she could be loyal and focused. The wind was nice so Mark and I wanted to go for a windsurf together leaving Marley behind. Scott and Karen stayed at the cottage with Marley and Dave. Away we went. Scott hung out with the dogs for a bit but eventually went in the cottage for a few minutes. When he came out Marley had disappeared!
At our return, both Mark and I were stunned, Marley wouldn't of take off...it's just not her. Never less, we started to search and call. Mark took the car and went down the road in case she had felt in an urge to run. I took the kayak and went call along the shore.
I suddenly had this horrible vision of Marley swimming away after the saiboards....what if she had left off shore? It seams like a nonsense to us but Marley running away from the cottage (and us) is even more of a non sens. I quickly turned around and started scanning the horizon. OH MY GOD! Out in the chop I could see two little black spots, either the wings of a dead bird or Marley's crazy ears. I never paddled like that...was she ever far out. Marley had followed Mark and I out on the lake, I was just as flattered as I was mad.
We swam back together, the story ends fine. Marley still loves water and next time we'll know better.
On for a bit of a story? Of course a vacation wouldn't be one without a bit of an adventure...would it? We knew Marley was a very loyal and focused dog but didn't quite know how stupidly she could be loyal and focused. The wind was nice so Mark and I wanted to go for a windsurf together leaving Marley behind. Scott and Karen stayed at the cottage with Marley and Dave. Away we went. Scott hung out with the dogs for a bit but eventually went in the cottage for a few minutes. When he came out Marley had disappeared!
At our return, both Mark and I were stunned, Marley wouldn't of take off...it's just not her. Never less, we started to search and call. Mark took the car and went down the road in case she had felt in an urge to run. I took the kayak and went call along the shore.
I suddenly had this horrible vision of Marley swimming away after the saiboards....what if she had left off shore? It seams like a nonsense to us but Marley running away from the cottage (and us) is even more of a non sens. I quickly turned around and started scanning the horizon. OH MY GOD! Out in the chop I could see two little black spots, either the wings of a dead bird or Marley's crazy ears. I never paddled like that...was she ever far out. Marley had followed Mark and I out on the lake, I was just as flattered as I was mad.
We swam back together, the story ends fine. Marley still loves water and next time we'll know better.
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