Going to the dogs

I was in New Hampshire too long ago, communing with the Concordians and getting in my B snuggles.

I spent some time one evening at Hot Hole Pond, with B in her little Farmer John wet suit and Jasper the Wonderdog in his natural swim togs, paddling about in the shallows while A and H swam their workout, a triangular course into the far distance, across the pond, and back. On Saturday morning, they both did very well indeed in their second triathlon of the year.

On Friday evening I joined B and her parents at an elementary school fair, at which she was transformed into… a Dalmatian. Which was quite fun. Until bath time.

This weekend, they’ll all be here for the Fourth, and a birthday celebration. High times.

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