It takes about thirty seconds after one sits down for a dog to find a lap.
Dachshunds, Nash, Eddie and Baxter, are generally lap dogs Coco the Wookie thinks she is too, so tea, coffee and reading always include a dog nose in your book or cup.
And while they ran around with the big dogs and barked at and charged any visiting squirrel, sometimes their short little legs need a helping hand.
Margot trained as a farrier, and has hung some of her horseshoes into a funky wind chime.
There is plenty of wood for open fires to keep the cabin warm and heat the area around the fire pit.
There are plenty of games at the cabin. Some I’ve never heard of, like Settlers of Catan, which six of the twenty-somethings played for hours in the evening, and some like Guess Who and Crib, which are old favourites. And while those games may stay on the shelf in the city, there’s always time to play them at the cabin.
And the horses, General and Levi, were in their element up there. They do come back to the city after the weekend, but the glorious freedom of those meadows, forests and open country, will stay in their hearts till they come back to the cabin again.
And so was Lizzy…who thinks she’s one of the small dogs. Chloe thinks she’s a divine creature, and she certainly looks it, with her big blue eyes and silky coat.
This weekend, our friend’s cabin, this beautiful semi-arid, meadow and forest country of sage brush, yellow pines, deers and owls, was such a welcome break from the hectic city. We got the rest we so desperately needed and were able to forget our worries for a while, and that is priceless.
We must leave this place and go back to the city now, but we will take this country back with us in our hearts.