For this purpose we always bring her favorite blanket from home to protect Carolyn and Keith’s sofa. She prefers the exact spot on the sofa that takes up the maximum amount of space, making it difficult for anyone else to sit down. She allows it, but usually gives whoever sits with her the side eye.
The second issue is always—where to put her food and water dish. One would think that a dog could eat and drink from a dish set practically anywhere, but in Lucy’s case, not so. If it’s not just right, she will not eat. Oh, and even once we find the correct spot, she ain’t eating unless the two of us are sitting down and settled, and that is non-negotiable. Yeah, I know…weird.
The one thing she loves the most is swimming. Yesterday she jumped in for her maiden voyage with her brand new swimming vest with zero hesitation. Then a bit later she did one of her other favorite lake activities—accompanying Pam on a paddle board adventure…
When they returned from this paddle Pam noticed that Lucy seemed a little slower this year. Yeah, probably. She’s eleven now, slowing down a bit. But she still loves it.
Then there’s another favorite activity—fishing. Yesterday morning the two of us were down on the dock and I caught the first fish of the season—a smallish largemouth bass. Lucy was ecstatic, and sniffed and licked the thing to death. Later yesterday afternoon I was out there by myself doing some fishing, thinking Lucy was asleep in the house. I suddenly hooked into a pretty nice sized fish and was reeling it in when it jumped out of the water and wiggled off the hook. Immediately I heard an indignant growl/whine of disapproval from the house, turned around and saw Lucy standing at the screen door—judging me. I mean, it’s hard enough to catch fish without having to endure my dog’s deep disappointment!
So, I think its safe to say that Lucy has settled in and is living her best life.
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