June 27, 2014
Baraga to Houghton
Tammy and I planned to take FLDs Copo and Dax on furlough to Houghton, which is about a half hour's drive north of the Baraga Correctional Facility. Chad, lead raiser for Dax, reminded us that the German Shepherd got car sick when others took him out. During a previous visit it was suggested they give him ginger snaps before traveling - ginger can ease motion sickness, even in dogs.
We loaded the puppies into airline crates in the back of the van and tossed Dax a few ginger snaps.
In Houghton, it was too early to check into our hotel, so we headed to
Culver's for lunch. Opening the rear doors of the van revealed a distressing sight. Poor Dax had tossed his cookies; he was slimy with saliva. Another fine mess to clean up!
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| FLDs Copo and Dax relax at an outside table at Culver's The two beautiful pups drew lots of attention. They were both calm when strangers walked by or even stopped to pet them. We spent some time inside as well. |
After settling in at the hotel, and before dinner, Tammy decided we needed to take a walk. "There's a little park on the water, just a ways past the school," she said. Houghton is home to Michigan Technological University. I didn't mind taking a walk, but I was feeling a bit under the weather due to a nagging toothache that wouldn't get taken care of until after this trip. "It isn't too far," Tammy assured me.
Off we went. It was a beautiful afternoon on the
bike path that spanned the city on the southern shore of the Portage Lake canal.
We walked on, letting the puppies sniff and explore as long as they didn't pull on the leash. We paused at a playground so the boys could watch some children play. They were both curious, but polite.
"Are we there yet?" I asked after what seemed like a mile or so later. "I think it's just past those trees up ahead," Tammy said.
We walked on. A couple of people on jet skis in the lake came zooming by. FLD Dax stopped abruptly and watched them intently until they were long gone. Tammy allowed him time to observe and then we continued.
I felt like my toothache had migrated down to my feet. "Close?" I asked. "yep," Tammy said.
At last, we came upon the spot Tammy had promised. A few picnic tables were nestled among some trees near the shore. Dax wasn't sure of the water at first, but soon was leaping about like the puppy he is, in spite of his size.
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| Splish, splash two puppies have fun in the water. |
And I got to rest.
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| FLD Copo, full of sand. |
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| FLD Dax poses for a portrait. |
By the time we made it back to town, I was hungry and tired. I hope I wasn't too cranky. We stopped at the
Pizza Works and ordered a "Mediterranean" to go, planning to eat it on a park bench down the street. The owner said, "I'll deliver it."
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| FLD Dax seems to be enjoying the rest as we wait for our pizza. |
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| Dusk settles in. The pizza man delivers as promised. I'm going to live! |