“If you go slowly enough, six or seven months is an eternity—if you let it be—if you forget old things, and learn new ones. Even a week can last forever.”
Rick Bass, Winter

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Albert Camus

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Day 101: Dogs at Play and at Rest

On Topsail Island, dogs can run free.

The only dogs on leads are the ones that would run away otherwise, or the ones that have muzzles too, because they don't play well with others, or the ones that are new around here and can't believe their good luck.

This is my utopia.  The only place that comes close is France, where you can bring dogs inside restaurants.
Zoe with Sadie, the puppy in the room next door

These dogs of Dixie tired the old girl out
But on our last day of the vacation, we did bring Zoe to the wine bar outside the bookstore we love, and she took time to smell the flowers.  The new guy there, Jonathan, brought her out a couple milkbones.  Beth told her she was welcome any time.

If you come to this wonderful island with your dog, tell the dogs you meet that Zoe and Natalia say hello.

It was jacket weather at first, but by the end of the week, it was warm

This dog is named for a famous photographer.  His person is an anthropologist.

The anthropologist is dating a woman much younger, and her dog is much younger too.

Young dogs can always get Zoe to swim.

This wolfy dog would prefer to be pulling a sled in snow, and his person is a skier who had a hard time deciding between a beach week and the last week to ski of the season

This is Zoe most of the day on Topsail, but sometimes she is sitting.

I was afraid these dogs would run off with the fish the people had caught, or the tackle boxes.

At the bookstore/wine bar

Flowers!  in March!

Sitting outside in March after buying too many books: perfect end to a perfect week

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