At first I was hesitant about taking Whiskey to the cottage last weekend. I pictured him running away and getting eaten by bears. Or going for a swim and being snatched by a massive Muskie (which can actually happen to cute, small dogs). After packing his super long leash and a lifejacket, I felt a little bit better.
In the end, I’m so glad that I brought him because he seemed to have a great time (despite his little cut on his paw).
He went on many a boat ride with one of his favorite buddies, Keela.
He got plenty of snuggles (and meat scraps) from everyone.
He could nap in the sun whenever he liked.
He could scan the trees for squirrels/birds/anything that may need attacking.
All around, he seemed to have a nice, relaxing weekend.
…And I don’t think he was the only one.
