I spent the weekend with family on the Eddy, way up at the other end of the Allegheny River. And took lots of photos. Didn't read and write as much as I wanted to, but I bonded with my brother's dog, and that makes up for that.
The dog's name is Maine and I'm not sure why that is. She's a mixture of pointer and about six other breeds, I guess, mainly white with brown spots, and a patch over her right eye that looks like someone took a cookie cutter from Georgia and dropped it onto Maine's face. She's probably about a fifty pounder.
I'm told that, when my brother comes home from work Maine is so excited to see him that she jumpes into his arms. When my nephew arrived at the Eddy today she did the same thing and, once we explained to him what was going on, he caught her and held her a few minutes.
My nephew's not a dog person.
Hi knees!
Maine does tricks, and when she thinks you have a treat for her she'll run through the whole repertoire, ending on her back, smiling at you.
