Yesterday, Dennis, Grandma Anne, Teddy and I went to the Labor Day party at Harstene. I cut the really good bagels I had gotten the day before as part of the Blazing Bagels/letterboxing adventure into eights and put the really yummy chive cream cheese. I also brought a cut up watermelon. One of a long long series of events for which you bring food. From what I understand, on the East Coast, every event is not a pot luck, usually it isn't. I don't mind, having everybody share in food preparation improves the event. Here, you just assume you're supposed to bring something to any kind of gathering. So I've brought a ton of food items to a ton of events in my 61 years. One of those female adult competencies you develop.
As usual, Teddy overdid it even though we kept him off of the sharp rock beach; it was high tide anyway. But he still cut up his paw, plenty of gravel and rocks on the ground. And the fetch! The fetch is great! Everybody throws the ball and he brings it back. Until his paw starts bleeding. At one point the ball had rolled down the bank and over the seawall into the water (Pickering Passage). One of the dads went down to maybe scoop up the ball. Teddy trotted down, sized up the situation, went to the side where the steps are. Meanwhile I'm up at the top and I see a splash. I'm thinking that isn't the dog going into the water, is it? Indeed it was, Teddy swam out and got the ball (20 yards?) and swam back. Went back up the stairs.
Because you must fetch the ball.
So no fetch today or walks. Gotta recover. Sunbathing with the cat is allowed, he's already done that.
I took this picture for the reflection. Not the menfolk lounging. My brother-in-law Dave is in the middle with two of his friends. The water and the mainland side reflected in the window.
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