And now a word from the dog

When we got home from Maine yesterday afternoon, we unpacked the car completely. And then we unpacked all of our luggage, putting everything away. We always do this because we both like getting it done. And it really doesn’t take that long.

An hour later, after he’d checked the garden and I’d watered the plants in this awful heat, my husband ~ covered in sweat ~ said that he couldn’t stand it here any more. This heat is ridiculous, he said. It’s 89 degrees in here! (We have a thermostat in the breakfast nook). And so this morning, on Father’s Day, he went out very early and picked up a window unit air conditioner and put it in our living room.

And everyone has been happy all day long.

Some of you had asked how George fared on vacation last week in Maine. And well, I think I’ll let him tell you.

I am a dog. My name is George. My humans took me on vacation with them last week. They didn’t bring the cat and I was glad.

I was born in Ellsworth, Maine. I don’t remember any of it. I love how Maine smells, though. And I like the rocks. I love running on them.

I went to the restaurant at Jordan Pond. But only because my humans had to use the bathroom.

I went kayaking with dad. If I look scared, it’s because I was.

I took naps.

I waited for mom to take pictures. And I posed for her.

I looked out the window from my seat in the car.

I tried to think deep thoughts like dad.

I’m being funny. I just want some of his power bar. My favorite is vanilla crisp.

I sat at mom’s feet while she read books. It was cold and she was wrapped in a blanket.

The sea air made my fur frizzy. We are watching a lobster boat.

I do not like loud crashing waves. I hope I never go to this place again.

Dad loved it.

This is my seat in the car. Dad brought me here after he realized how scared I was of the big waves. I feel safe in the car.

I was the only dog with my humans on Cadillac Mountain one morning.

I got really dirty playing in the tidal mud flats and had to have a bath.

I love my dad. He has power bars, too.

And I love fetch. And Maine. I hope we go back.

The end.