Well, okay, I didn't drive that far just for the seafood although it truly would have been worth it. I went to accomplish a breeding of my Kate to a male from my 4th generation, a dog that I adore. He is a talented bird dog and handsome but it is his uncanny resemblance to his mother, my late Tweed who was perhaps my favorite ryman (I know, we're not supposed to have favorites) and he shares the same incredible personality.
My Kate's timing for her heat and the breeding went from a gamble to impeccable, with a breeding my first day there, timing confirmed by progesterone testing. She's a good girl and somehow understood that I had planned this breeding since the day she was born 3 years ago. This pic shows why I choose Kate as a little puppy: I saw her greatgrandmother Patch's eyes in her puppy face and knew she was the one. (Patch on the right)
An iconic hillside farm in Ohio has been my oasis this month. There I found warmth and support, laughs and pep talks, food and comfort, and a parking space for my travel trailer so that I didn't have to drag it out to the seacoast. I even crossed paths there with friend from Idaho on his own travels east. And importantly, in recent weeks the farm had been the nurturing safe harbor for a dog very much in need, a rescued boy of my breeding whose story will be told in another writing but who joyfully has now re-joined my pack.
I am now in northern LP Michigan and in search of the new home for my pack and myself. Instead of hunting for birds with the travel trailer as base as I do in the fall, I am hunting for a house. Michigan met most of the items on my checklist for a new spot to call home: no location met all. So although it is pretty flat here in Michigan, I still have managed to not fall off of the edge. A word of thanks for the friends who check in on me daily and keep track of me, you are more important than you know. I'll let you all know when we are Home.