Stillpoint Farm Boarding Stable

Visitors for the weekend: (left to right) Cara's new dog Beetle, Tank, Jake

The Pack:

Hunting's not Malcom's thing:

(Or Elvis's)

 Beetle scanning the terrain:

Meanwhile Ed explains to Jared the finer points of extracting rocks out of the field to build stone walls:

Including a visual demonstration of jumping on the handle of the crowbar to pop the rock up just enough to use a smaller rock for a wedge, etc., etc.:

Cara and Jared make a thorough examination of Ed's pasture maintenance program:

Cooling off as the afternoon got hotter:

A little homework interrupted:

Beetle's a Mountain Cur from Arkansas. She goes with the flow, ready for action but not pushy--perhaps she senses Jared's attention beginning to wander from the field of Lean Management Techniques:

News Flash!!!

August 22, 2008

Malcom caught & killed a squirrel and is very proud of himself. He would gladly have posed for a picture but we were in kind of a hurry to discard the evidence. So the motivation sequence below is a little out of date at this point but I'm going to leave it in there in case there are other dog owners out there interested in an effective plan for transforming a couch potato into a dog with a zest for life--or death, as the case may be.

Motivating Malcom:

To quote from Dr. Katz's website (http://www.mkatz.com/):  "Dogs are born into this world with nature's expectation that they will travel 30 - 40 miles each day in packs to run down their prey."

This means YOU, Malcom. Look at those spaniel ears and Beagle chest, those piano-splayed front legs inherited from a noble line of brave diggers pursuing prey gone to ground.

No, he doesn't say anything about dogs with the soul of a poet. Maybe you ARE part Bassett hound, or (more likely) lay-about Corgi, but that is no excuse! Get out there and hunt!

Oh, well, if I must. Can you download Mozart's Sleigh Ride and loan me the Shuffle? Those hunting horns always get me in the mood.

Summer at the Cascades  

Tank and Elvis

Kittery Point, ME