Since we were busy with the new house last summer, and Lyle starting a new job, we ended up not taking a vacation of any kind in 2012. This year, we’ve managed a quick trip to Norris Lake in Tennessee over the past weekend. It was just Lyle, Ripley and me. Carley got to spend the weekend at the Baker farm with Teddy. Maybe next time she will be allowed to come along.
As expected, Ripley was the star attraction everywhere we stopped. Not many people see Irish Wolfhounds up close and personal, and fewer even know anything about the breed. I think the most common comment we heard all weekend used the words “big dog”, with only 2 people referencing a pony, and one additional comment about “riding” him.
At a couple marinas, we would be sitting at a table, with Ripley laying on the ground next to us, out of site until someone walked by. Some of the frankly shocked expressions were comical to see – eyes literally popping wide open, a pause in the step, maybe a shift slightly wider around our space.
Since it was just the 3 of us, and Ripley is incapable of operating either a boat or a camera, I wasn’t able to take any pictures of Lyle while he was up riding his air chair this year. He did really well, riding for long stretches before letting go. Of course, that means I was driving pretty well, too! 😉 But, if you’re not skiing, or if I can’t be taking pictures, I’m going to get bored…which I did. I forced Lyle to give up and come home Sunday night instead of Monday.
Ripley seemed to enjoy the trip, other than going off his feed again. Well, he’d eat some of his kibble if I hand-fed him. Sorry, but this momma doesn’t cater to that for very long. I ordered Ripley food off the menus when we’d eat at a marina, and fed him ice chips when he wouldn’t drink from the bowls that folks at the restaurants kindly offered him. Of course, he loved those meals! Of interest, Ripley must have decided that bread is not something he needs to eat. Sunday, I got him a sausage and egg sandwich. I cut it in small pieces and set the plate on my bench where he could reach it easily. He nosed through the sandwich, eating all the meat and eggs, and left the bread behind. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this from a dog, other than if they are weeding out some nasty veggie (Sparkee once ate some left-over tuna casserole, leaving cleanly-licked peas at the bottom of his bowl, but that makes sense – peas are nasty!). Certainly if Carley were offered the same meal, she’d have wolfed it down in a couple of bites, and licked the plate clean for good measure! Gotta love my Wolfie! He has discriminating tastes!