Lake
This is the start of a new series on my blog, with stories from my life guided by the pictures I took in those moments.
This is a memory from an early morning in June 2006. I dearly miss Mikey, the dog I write about, and this is one of my favourite memories with him.
My dog woke me just after sunrise. I smiled and put on some clothes, and we exited the camper together to walk to the small lake beach next to the campsite, my favourite destination for our morning walks.
The lake shimmered in the morning light. Gentle, wind-chased waves played with the stones on the water’s edge.
I picked up a stick, and grinned.
My dog stood next to me with his tail wagging, his eyes firmly on the stick in my hand. I undid his leash, threw the stick towards the water and he flew after it in a big flurry of energy.
He stopped at the waterline and looked at me before stepping into the water, yelping when his feet got wet. He stepped out of the water and barked. I grinned and called him a wuss. I took off my coat, set it down on the ground and sat down.
My dog wandered back to me, and plopped down.
The sun played with the water and set a small sailing boat in its spotlight. I quickly grabbed my camera to take a picture, then ran my fingers through my dog’s fur, and smiled.