What with the tire and all, (see Part Two), not to mention the traffic, the six hour trip took us more like nine hours, and Duke and Nuka were understandably relieved when they were released from the confines of the Volvo. Duke's first road trip had been a trial by fire, but he survived, and when we popped the back hatch and led him loose on the shores of Lake Nippissing, leashless, no less, he forgot all about the trauma.
|Duke and Nuka, released from the Volvo|
No one, and I mean no one on Jocko Point leashes their dogs, and fences, what fences? Now, here in southern Ontario, a loose dog will set you back a minimum of $200.00 and send you on a trip to the pound. On Jocko Point, it's just a really good way to chat with the neighbours.
I have known since we got Nuka that she is better behaved off leash. I don't try to understand this, but I'm sure it's some deep, psychological issue she has with being restrained. The problem, and it hurts to admit this, is that I don't trust Nuka. I trusted Seeka, I trusted Nivek, but I don't trust Nuka, sorry girl.
|There is something out there, something I want to chase...|
|Ice floes never stopped Nuka from swimming, they did stop Duke though.|
|His putt needs work, but Duke instantly bonded with the golf ball|
|Easter dinner? I gots me a burnt waffle, score!|
Like most good things, the weekend went by very quickly and Monday morning we grudgingly loaded the canines and came home. Thankfully, there was not a repeat of the tire incident. We were all a little depressed the first few days back in the city, but we have some very sweet, relaxing memories to see us through until next time. If the peace we experienced is any indication, the next time probably won't be all that far in the future.
|View from the tip of Jocko Point|