Story telling
It’s not exactly the pic I was looking for but it’ll have to do for now. It’s the GG schlepping around on the moominbeach bay ice in old fashioned snowshoes.
I was remembering when my dog Tigger was young but not quite a puppy any more. At around the same time of year as this pic (February probably), my dad drove Tigger out to the moominbeach and they took a walk out on the ice. Tigger was nuclear powered and she took off like a rocket across the ice. Dad totally lost track of her. I can just about hear him swearing and he probably wasn’t saying something kid-friendly like “son of a pup.”
By the time dad was ready to head back to shore, Tigger was still not in sight so he went back and schlepped up the hill to Doc Read’s house where he was parked and drove home to town. I don’t think dad was all that worried about Tigger. I probably was but I don’t remember. What I do remember is Doc Read pulling up in front of our house to drop Tigger off.
As many dogs do, Tigger knew where Doc’s house was and also figured that Doc would help her get home.
April 18th, 2026 at 10:35 pm
It’s hard to imagine being able to walk on ice; that doesn’t happen around here. Animals do have an excellent sense of direction; I wish I did!