Doggies to the Driftyard

 

The evening network news had ended.  

Bill and Foster had eaten their last bites of dinner. It was looking like a beautiful evening. 

So, I said, "Let's take the dogs to the drift yard."

"All three?" Bill asked.

"Yes, we'll have them on leashes," I answered.

Now, I know how much fun it is trying to deal with Bridie on leash when she's outside with Liam, but for some reason, I thought the drift yard would be different. 

And, so that's what we did. 

With leashes snapped to their collars, the dogs sat in the back seat of the Subaru and off we drove to the drift yard where the Clark Fork River meets Lake Pend Oreille just past Hope.

As usual, Liam cried as Bill slowed down to a stop and then parked.  Liam always cries when he's in a vehicle which stops or turns around.  

The rest of the time we don't hear a peep out of him. 

Ever so carefully, we let the dogs out of the car and removed Liam's leash, figuring he has grown up enough to be trusted. 

Silly us!  Liam took off this way and that way and when you're holding on to Bridie for dear life, it ain't easy. 

Bridie's fixation for herding Liam did not change because of a different location. 

Here's where I must insert that Foster is a grown-up on a leash, and the only problem one has with him while holding on to two dogs is keeping his little body from getting entwined with the other dog's leash. 

Actually, the dogs weren't that bad.  

Liam never went very far before veering back toward us.  We did have to put him back on leash after seeing another person with a dog.

For the three pups, there was just a lot of supreme sniffing to be done, and for the two old folks, it was a situation of "keep moving" with flow of wherever those noses were gonna go. 

Our visit was somewhat fun albeit short. Sadly, the sky had become overcast by the time we arrived, so the usual stunning beauty of a summer night at the drift yard was not quite up to snuff.

Still, it's a very pretty place with lots of room for walking and 360 degrees of gorgeous scenery.

Next time I suggest taking three dogs for an evening drive, we may just talk about it. 

Maybe it will not include their leaving the pickup and their parents holding on to leashes.  

For now, our three had a wonderful experience, maybe a little better than their parents. 

For some odd reason I identified with this statement when I read it this morning. 

Pope Francis: There's a mission proper to old age.

 Don't hide your wrinkles, which reflect wisdom. 

The best wine has been aged. 

Sadly, today there's the myth of eternal youth --a desperate obsession with an incorruptible body. 

Why is old age not appreciated in so many ways?

Lunkers spawning in North Idaho. 

                  ----from North Idaho Life

I've heard that the unusual amount of rain and colder weather this year has had a dramatic impact on the size of some species of local fish. 

Apparently, the combination has been really good for those in the photo above.  

Pictured on their way to spawn, these two demonstrate that growth or lack thereof can be directly related to weather patterns. 

It's been a good year for this pair, to say the least.  

Heck, I bet Annie, who finally attained her goal of seeing a whale from an airplane,  could have even spotted them from the sky when she flew back over our area on Monday.  

The Columbine show here at the Lovestead is gorgeous this year.

 

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