Ebony's been doing better in the eating department; I just slip in a little dollop from one of the cat fud cans and she wolfs down pretty much everything. But we're still trying to help her (and us) get over the loss, so we decided to take her on an adventure today- to the state park that Eleanor and I (re-)discovered over the summer, a fairly quiet oasis barely 15 minutes door-to-door, and even quieter today on a chilly afternoon during a Bills away game.
As with so many things, getting there was half the fun. Ebony didn't know what to make of Iggy as anything other than a parked car, and once he got going on the highway, she crawled into my lap (no small feat in a two-seater car), and yowled almost the entire way- especially when going over the Grand Island Bridge. There were only a handful of other cars in the lot when we got to the picnic area in front of the beach, and we let her go anywhere she wanted to.
Which was, not surprisingly, at the base of every lamppost, garbage can and some of your older trees.
There she is with Mommy after a particularly satisfying dump.
Officially, she wasn't allowed on the beach proper, but there were no lifeguards and few other humans of any kind to enforce that, so she got her paws a little sandy but otherwise stuck to the boardwalk for the most part:
I told her that on the other side of the river was Canada, the home and native land of her Labrador side. She, frankly, was more impressed with sniffing whatever other dog traces were on the edge of the boardwalk.
She barked at a smaller dog, greeted a couple of people, but we honestly thought she was the chilliest of the three of us, so we headed back to the car. The whole way home, until the very final blocks, she was completely quiet and well-behaved- and we suspect those final moments were just the excitement of knowing she was almost home.
We'll do this again- a little warmer day, maybe some of her toys. It was good to share the moments with her:)
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