This squirrel tormented the dogs through the cottage's glass door for over an hour one afternoon. It would go right up to the other side of the panes and drive them insane, then scurry off to the bird feeder and do slow-motion somersaults off the support beams while the dogs about died of frustration.
Waiting to go out on an adventure:
Caught in a torrential downpour (that same dissipating tropical storm that whipped up the big waves on Tom Nevers as it was coming in):
My camera is not good enough to capture all the detail of the raindrops, but in that picture, the dogs are standing in an ankle-deep river of muddy runoff from a flooding road, and it is raining so hard that neither of them can open their eyes. But they were still perfectly happy to hold Stand-Stays for as long as I wanted to take pictures, because they knew that I'd let them keep running around in the rain if they humored me.
As much as my dogs hate the rain at home, it never seemed to bother them one bit on vacation.
This malevolent seagull, which had been lured close to our table because
I kept throwing bread crusts at it, swooped right up onto our picnic
table and stole Peter's sandwich. It dumped his sandwich on the ground,
ran off with the Saran Wrap, and then threw its head up and screeched at
the heavens in frustration when it realized it had grabbed the only
part it couldn't eat.
I got a good chortle out of the whole thing.
Later I asked the dogs to pose on a picnic table for no reason beyond that it had been a thing going around my Facebook feed and I wanted to see if Dog Mob would do it.
I really wasn't sure Crooky would get up there, given that he
never once figured out how to stand on Pongu's platforms. But they both
ran up no problem with very little coaxing and sat patiently while I
took my idiot pictures. After doing it once, Pongu started spontaneously
jumping up on every picnic table he saw. Fortunately, there aren't too many random picnic tables scattered around Philly, so it hasn't been much of an issue.
Crookytail playing bog hippo:
This is a crappy picture because my camera is no good at distance, but
on our last day in Nantucket we came across a group of four big deer,
including one six-point buck, lined up on the Serengeti. They're just
barely visible as little bitty blurs along the top of the grass line. The fourth deer is behind a bush in this shot.
Naturally Dog Mob sprang off and chased them, and I wish to god I had
gotten it on video because Pongu did a BEAUTIFUL recall off all four
deer. Turned in a split second, flipped in midair, and raced back to me as fast as he'd been
chasing the deer. I'm probably never going to get a chance to tape
something like that again.
Crookytail however showed the limits
of his recall and did not come back until after he lost the deer. But I
can't really blame him. I'd have done the same thing if I were a dog.
How often is he going to get a chance to flat-out run after four huge
deer across the moors of Nantucket? I think that was just about the
happiest moment of his life.
And he did run straight back at top speed as soon as he'd lost them, so hey.
So that was our summer vacation. THE END. I am already dreaming about going back next year.