When we are finished with dinner and have cleared the table we notice that Lewis is not present. We look at each other and smile. As you all probably know, he is ALWAYS present, always right with us. Where could he be?
We know where he is. He's always there after dinner, waiting quietly. To humor him we call his name and pretend we don't know where he is - he knows we know - he doesn't answer.
He is on the landing of the stairs leading to the basement - with one eye on the upstairs door. If we don't "notice" him, he changes position loudly.
When Dave finally gives in and shows himself the screaming begins. He screams as Dave descends the stairs, he screams while Dave takes the fishing pole down from the basement rafters, he screams as they walk to the dock.
He loves to fish. As Dave casts Lewis weaves back and forth beneath his feet. No more screams, just intense concentration on the surface of the water.
Sometimes they catch something, sometimes not. It doesn't matter, it's the game. AND, sometimes they catch the big one!
|does it bite?|
Sometimes Dave lets him see the fish, up close, sometimes even sniff it carefully before he unhooks and lets it go back into the lake.
|it smells fishy|
|back in the lake!|
And that's how it goes, every evening. We're glad we can make him happy.
Now, for something completely different - last night, the boat arrived! Once again it was graciously offered and gratefully accepted, let summer begin!
|our hybrid mamma duck and her 10 babies photo bombed my picture!|