My friends and long-time readers might recall that the cabin was originally built for me and Mandy, my previous dog. She loved it back there, and was a wonderful companion. Mainly she just kept me company; she was much too dignified for silly games with people.
Mandy's brief life ended when she was struck by a car on the highway, and then Sadie entered the picture. She loves the cabin as much, or more than, Mandy did. Last night she heard the rattle of my cabin-bag and started whining at me to hurry up.
One reason she enjoys it so much is that unless we have the misfortune of the neighbor's dog accompanying us back there, she gets to be unleashed for the duration of our stay. She finds her own stick and brings it for me to throw. As you can see by the pictures, the one she found last night was more of a tree-limb instead of a stick. She didn't care, but I had a time throwing it! She digs at the wood pile for hours; Cliff said he once saw a ground squirrel there, so I assume Sadie gets wind of him. Anyhow, she is a busy bee trying to dig him out of hiding.
I can't imagine my cabin without a dog at my side.