Home again, home again

Well, the rest of our trip was fun but exhausting. They took us on a long walk on a road that was still closed for the winter so it was covered with a foot or so of ice and snow. This walk I really enjoyed - shade, packed snow and flat walking. We took a break in the middle and Ayla and I played a bit of chase and tug with a stick. Now you think this would have been enough, but no, Mom wanted a little more time in the woods and tried to get us to do another walk with her. This time, I put the breaks on and refused. She once again did not understand my clear communication so I had to plant my feet in the dirt and refuse to move. Then Mom understood. One good walk is really plenty for me so they left me in the car. I think, though, Mom missed me and came back to the car in a few minutes with The Kid and she sat and read while Dad climbed a bit of the mountain.

In Bethel, Maine in April, there really are very few people around at all. We saw almost no one on any walk we did. Our walks were challenging because there was still so much snow, but there were some nice spots. So I really didn't encounter any new fans and no one even took my picture. But privacy on vacation can be really nice. Now if we went there in the winter during ski season, I'd be swarmed.

I mentioned the fast food in the last post, but I will have to add that leftovers from Mom's dinner are also very good. We had HADDOCK.

Overall for our trip, Ayla really did very well for such a little kid. She hiked, she ate, and she slept (mostly). She did admit that I was actually right for once; vacations are fun but tiring. When we got home, she seemed just as happy as I to get a big drink of water and collapse in our usual locations. And it was really great to be with Anna and Misty. One of the first things I did was find Anna and give her a little smoocheroo. She resisted but I know she loves me.

I spent most of today cleaning. I had most of a small forest floor stuck in my flocks. It has taken me all day to crush sticks and pull them out of the most uncomfortable places. Mom has been complaining about the twigs and pine needles and keeps sweeping them up. Little does she know that there is literally 10 times what she has already cleaned up still stuck deep in my coat. She has said that every content sheepdog has an important job. I guess she's feeling pretty content right about now.

Where is Orso? In Maine!!!!

Our camera fell victim to an unfortunate, long fall into my water bowl (I was trying to take a picture of my yummy supper) so pictures may have to wait a day or so until we see a store large enough to carry such things as digital cameras.

We are spending our week vacation in the White Mountains in Maine. We're staying at a great bed and breakfast that happily allows dogs. This is only The Kid's second trip and the first was during her first week with us. So it is all really new for her. In the car yesterday, I slept, saving my energy for what I know will be a very active week. She, on the other hand, was up in between the two front seats watching everything. I tried to tell her, "Sleep now Kid. You have no idea how much walking we'll do. Listen to your wise big bro on this one." But did she? No. Two years ago in Lake Placid, the hiking was pretty intense. We were doing short hikes up mountains, but multiple mountains in a day. I caught on to the routine and protested after the first one of the day, plopping myself deeply into an unraisable nap in the back seat. A nap in the shade of the woods at a parking lot of a trail head is a lovely thing.

Today we started by walking a bit on the property of the B&B. Mom and Dad had to wear snow shoes because the snow is still very deep in the forest. The Kid, of course, is very happy to flop, smush, and roll in piles of snow. It was okay, because it was packed down, but I followed close behind Mom's snow shoe tracks. I should say, it was okay until we reached an ice bridge over a spring rushing stream. I thought we shouldn't go over it, but Dad and Ayla were pretty insistent. I decided to leap it which was a good choice. Coming back, however, I felt even more hesitant. Dad went first, then Ayla, then me and then, SPLASH, Mom's foot totally went through the ice into the stream. I tried to tell them. Humans are so reckless.

We did two more short walks. One was on a paved path through town. And the other was part of the Appalachian Trail. Mom only wanted to do a little of this one, so she took us back down the hill and we had a rest at the car. Then The Kid got to experience for the first time, one of the best parts of our road trips: Fast Food. Mom bought us each a hamburger. At first, Ayla was just happily nibbling, then she got really into it and tried to steal mine. She's cute and fluffy and everything, but man, she can be bossy.

Right now, we are taking a much needed rest back at the inn. I think The Kid finally gets it; Sleep every minute you can before they run you ragged.

Hopefully, I will be able to share some pictures soon of our beautiful adventure.

Adventures and Quiet Moments

The Kid has been practicing rolling in leaves and mud. She likes to blend into the woods. Can you find the puppy beast in the picture?

I, the more experienced hiking Bergamasco, remain unleafed and unmudded as I stay trail bound when exploring the woods. Rolling is currently reserved for sandy beaches only.

I decided I had to share this recent photo too. The Kid used to love to lie underneath the coffee table for a good nap. Now, she's a giant flocking beasty. She tucks her head under the table and lets her belly flop to the floor. Poor Kid has no idea how large she has become. Now that she chews on me a lot less, I'm starting to enjoy playing with her. I chase her for toys and sticks. We are starting to have a real relationship. Of course, just when I'm starting to enjoy her, she'll jump on me and start biting my head. Mom says it's okay for me to tell her no so now I do. She listens to me, well... most of the time.

Cuddle Fest with Gabe

Lately, at least once a week, we have our friends over. The frustrating part is that they all hover around the dining room table rolling dice and moving things around. And all the while, I'm just waiting for my friend, Gabe to be done with the adults and come to the couch with me. Sometimes it takes a little barking to get his attention, but eventually, he knows what I want and goes to the couch with me. There have been a few nights when the adults have played games late into the night and Gabe decides to sleep for a bit. We share the couch and I watch over him while he rests. Although he and Ayla play and wrestle, Gabe and I have a sacred bond and a love of the cuddle couch time.