Yesterday a family with 2 or 3 boys pulled in across from us (actually across from Pam and John). They race their bikes and/or skateboards up and down the campground roads (isn't tonight a school night?). This vexes Lewis, scares him bad.
Tonight, during happy hour, he quietly but quite firmly crawled up on to Dave's lap for security.
He kept his eyes on the children, but relaxed in Dave's arms. Since Happy Hour most always involves a gin and tonic it presented a slight problem for Dave.
He rose to the occasion and used his other hand...although maintaining eye contact during conversation was difficult.
Yesterday morning Dave and Lewis ducked under the wire fence at the back of our campground and enjoyed a vigorous game of ball in the desert.
|off they go|
Lewis was thoroughly tired by the time they got back. He also slit two of his pads pretty badly during his sliding direction changes. He has no regard for his body when a ball is in play.
|back under the fence|
|a tired, happy and very dirty poodle|
After lunch we played a round of golf at the Mt. Whitney Golf Course....I took no pictures, you've seen the beautiful views from that course before. It wasn't Dave's best day - we'll have another crack at it, I'm sure, before we leave Lone Pine.