Farmington Valley Golden Retrievers

When our daughter Kris came home for the weekend, along with her came her ultra- energetic young pug named Pearl. There is always an adjustment in the pack with a new dog on the scene. This time she got along with everyone except Emma who I guess felt that Pearl was not acting submissive enough. So we just kept those two separated and there was peace among everyone else. Pearl promptly fell in the pool while Barb and I were doing yard chores. (Although some would say it probably happened when Barb was scrubbing the pool and turned quickly hitting her with the handle of the long pool broom!). She can swim which is good to know. Not that she liked it as much as our girls.

The golden girls promptly made themselves at home near the edge of the pool. Solo was the only one to paddle around much. I expect that will change as the summer weather continues to heat up.

We should give some air time to our cat, Fievel, who turned twenty years old recently. Still catching things and leaving them on our doorstep, she only weighs in at about four pounds now. Hasn’t lost her zest for life by any means.

Although this is a golden retriever blog, I just had to end this post with a close up of the mug that only a mother could love…

Pearl is very devoted to my daughter. Needless to say she went home to Boston exhausted from all the unusual activity she experienced this weekend.

Going out back midday, a few days after our early morning mouse encounter, there it was again. Sitting on the pool edge it was chased back into the water by the dogs.

Knowing that this was not going to be a good outcome if I didn’t intervene, I picked up the pool basket. Scooping the little thing up, I brought it out to the back fence. This was the first mouse that has survived the pool. Usually they just circle until they drown. This one was smarter by far. Remembering the fable of the “Mouse and the Lion”, I gave it a lift to find a new home on the other side of the fence.

And who knows, maybe someday it will repay my favor…

Last weekend our daughter Kristen was able to come home and spend some time with us. Sunday was a beautiful day, and we had a few games of “Horse” in the driveway like times of old.

While Kristen was practicing, Riley especially had fun chasing and trying to dribble the ball. It was Lucy’s first exposure to a basketball and she wasn’t too sure what to do.

When Kris and I started playing, the dogs retired to the bleacher seats, but the heat got to them. So they moved to the dugout area and watched contentedly.

Kristen beat me handily. Maybe that was because I was wearing my heavy dog walking boots. Or maybe it was the weird flashbacks I kept having, to Steve Martin’s movie… “Father of The Bride”, that caused me to miss so much. It was great to have her here with us.

Summer is officially here and our pool is finally almost functional. The pool has come a long way from the dirty pond water we found when we took off the cover in May.

The crystal clear water we have now almost seduces you to forget the month of daily expensive obstacles to getting to this point. For those of you who have never had a pool,
they are very expensive water features that cause lots of frustrating moments until everything is working. From water chemistry to pump problems, electrical issues to gas line clogs, leaking water pipes to mice ruining the heater mechanism, if anything can possibly go wrong it will. Getting quality service people here in a timely fashion is another impossible task. Now that our children are grown, every year Barbara asks when we are in the middle of another pool crisis, can we fill it in now?

Every year I say no, mostly because of the happy memories we have shared with family, neighbors, and dogs.

This past weekend was one of those nice moments. The water was clear, most of the pool features were working, and the dogs were enjoying their tennis balls in the enclosed hot tub space (one of the nonworking issues at the moment).

Lily our eight year old has never been interested in the water, while Emma and Riley are content to wade up to their legtops. Solo is a definite water bug and the puppy so far has found more interesting adventures in the yard like chewing and digging rather than swimming. Now if only we had California weather so this hard yard work was productive of more than two to three months enjoyment before the season changes again…

Watching me work is a favorite pastime of Riley and Solo.

But they all took a more active role the other day when I was trying to straighten out one of the garden beds.

Not content with just eating plants, they started digging and chewing. They also have this knack of laying just where you are working, oblivious to what you are trying to accomplish. Helps keep a perspective that weeding is not something to be enjoyed in big doses. Much more important chores to be done, like napping or guarding the yard.

PS. One of my physician friends bought a pretty black lab from the “reputable” puppy store here in the valley about 10 months ago. She told me when I bumped into her yesterday that her dog has bilateral hip dysplasia already. The price people pay when they can’t wait to get a dog from a quality breeder keeps on increasing as the puppy grows older. My friend will do anything to keep her animal healthy, but breeding for profit without a committment to quality, makes me very angry. And it is the animals that pay the ultimate price.