The Weim definitely had fun.
Another visit to Tom Nevers Beach:
In the cottage, being tormented by a squirrel. This squirrel taunted them for over an hour. It would run right up to the other side of those glass panes and all but make faces at them going "NEENER NEENER." Then it would scamper up the bird feeder and do somersaults in slow motion. Drove the dogs
insane.
Waiting to go on another adventure:
Caught in a torrential downpour. We got hit with the tail end of a dissipating tropical storm, which resulted in heavy winds one day and heavy rains the next. Although the mutt monster HATE rain at home, they weren't bothered by it one bit on vacation. They were perfectly happy to stand in an ankle-deep river of mud, with rain pelting them so hard in the face that neither of them could even open their eyes, and hold Stand-Stays until I was satisfied with taking pictures and released them to run off again.
It was p. funny and (although I didn't really intend it that way) good proofing. I'm proud of them for being so patient with me.
Perched on a picnic table, for no better reason than it's been a meme going around my Facebook feed and I wanted to see if Dog Mob would do it. I'd never asked them to do the table Sit (or Down) before, and Crooky's always been a total failure at platform work, but they both jumped right up there with very little coaxing.
Cooling off on a hike:
On the last walk of our last day there, we ran across a group of four big deer, including a six-point buck (which is pretty big for Nantucket). My camera is no good at long range, but you can just barely make out three of the four deer as little blobs near the top of the grass line. The fourth one is hidden behind a bush in this shot.
About a second after I took that picture, the dogs saw the deer and took off after them. I wish to god I'd been taping it, because when I called them off the deer, Pongu gave me one of the most BEAUTIFUL stop-on-a-dime, flip-in-the-air recalls I've ever seen, and came running straight back to me as fast as he'd been chasing the deer a split second earlier. And I am probably never going to get another chance to catch something like that on camera. ARGH.
Crookytail, however, showed the limits of
his recall and did not come back until after he'd lost the deer. I can't really fault him, though. When's he ever going to get another chance to chase a group of four big deer across the wide-open moors of Nantucket? It was probably the happiest moment of his whole entire life. And he, too, came running back at top speed as soon as he was convinced he'd lost the deer, so I am okay with that at this stage in his training.
And that was it for our vacation. Now they're back to their normal boring lives as city dogs.