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Luna’s twelfth birthday was this past weekend and we celebrated with friends (dogs and people) and a hike to Cutthroat Lake Sunday afternoon. The original forecast had been for good weather but it was overcast and tried to rain on us. Not enough to get us wet. Going up the trail, we passed many people coming down and all of the dogs were well behaved. We got them off to the side so others could pass. Of course, it took quite a while to get to the lake but there was no big hurry. At the lake, we pretty much had it to ourselves that late in the day. The young dogs – Molly and Kala mostly – ran in big circles chasing each other and burning off steam. Luna, the twelve year old labradoodle kept up with them for one round. Sky found a stick. Really, she did. We visited and photographed and enjoyed the scenery, knowing soon all of it would be deeply covered in snow and we may not get up there again for many months.

The rivers and streams are too high and dangerous for the dogs so they were relieved when we came to a flooded stretch of road where they could get in the water.

Our friend Wyatt Ann came to visit earlier in the month. She’s a sweet dog but she does like to tell Sky how things are going to be. Sky is easy going so she generally doesn’t mind much. One way Wyatt shows her control is to get something that Sky likes. Like a stick.

Hurricane Molly, aka Red Molly, now almost 18 months old, came to stay with us for ten days in December. Ken was pretty nervous about having her for so long but by the time she went home, he had to admit that she is a lot of fun. That dog never knows a sad moment, never gets mad, never feels pain, never runs out of energy. No matter how active she is, she is ready for more. Our dogs were pretty well exhausted by the time she left. Sky pushed her into the snow time and time again, grabbed her by the throat repeatedly and she still came back for more. She loves Sky. To the moon. Luna learned to keep me between herself and Molly and walked behind me most of the time. If she was in Molly’s path, she learned to duck away at the last moment to avoid a bruising collision. Molly doesn’t always know when to put on the brakes.

We walked everyday. Sometimes we went skiing. We did keep her as busy as possible but there were some days when I had to get some work done and she would get bored and continuously bring me a ball or something else for a game. Overall she was a good dog and brought lots of joy into our life.

In case you’ve forgotten, here is what Molly looked like a year ago.

No words needed.

 

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