Dog Lover
Part 1 of Keke’s Vacation Up North
Lesson 76: Keke, canoe, and Mommy too
Are we there yet?
It was a simple question. There was no need to get all in a snit about it. We’d been driving for hours, so I didn’t think it was too much to ask for an update.
What’s that you say? We only left twenty minutes ago? Well, how am I supposed to know? My Apple Watch must be broken. Or maybe you forgot to get me one?
This was going to be an epic vacation, they promised. Lounging by the lake, meeting puppies and distant friends and relatives, visiting exotic new places up north to sniff and poop.
They believe all I think about is sniffing and pooping, but humans have no idea the depth of canine thoughts. What would you expect from the race that concocted more than a hundred varieties of Oreo cookies?
153 hours later, we arrived at the lake house for our first stop.
The sun was nearing the horizon. The air was heavy with the smell of aquatic life: ducks, fish, bullfrogs, and something familiar that took a moment to put my nose on.
Of course, bullfrog poop!
Lake Hickory was calm, disturbed only by the odd dragonfly flitting over the water and the occasional fishtail…
