Maine with the Dogs

August begins with my most relaxing jaunt to date. Beside a little lake in Maine, with a dirty name "Crotch-et Pond". Chilling with Kristen, Sam and Jennie - and Dart, Ty, Daisy and Willie. There were water views, there was sun and there were dogs. The humans read US weekly, drank wine, cooked with fresh basil, kayaked, boated, swam and got food poisoning from a toxic lobster roll. The dogs slept, swam, frolicked and peed. One day I sat and wrote in a glass room as the rain drizzled the lake. Kristen was my editor. I saw a mother loon feed her baby little fish from the lake and I slept in total darkness.