Finally. I did spend some time dipping my feet in the water while reading a book but I also took a bit of a walkabout. I remember walking on the old road (which in fact is just a carved out dirt road that was built in the 20's and has been mostly taken over by scrub brush) as a child and thinking that I was in the middle of nowhere and could get lost or eaten by bears. I still have a little of the same fears but now I know that there are ways and paths to safety. Nothing much has changed in the woods other than my perspective.
Lincoln had a real scary moment. He kept eating grass and trying to hork up something. Then I was being called frantically down to the water and there was Lincoln trying to put his head underwater and then trying to hork up something. He was putting his paws into his mouth, making his mouth bleed while coughing. It appeared he was choking and he was definitely panicking. We did the Heimlich maneuver but to no avail. I tried feeling around in his mouth but he would bite down, not to nip but as a defense mechanism. I did feel something on the roof of his mouth but could not grasp it, as Lincoln would clamp his jaws shut. John ordered his son Kevin to get the rawhide bone and when Lincoln was open mouthed trying to cough up what was hurting him we put the rawhide in and I was able to pull out a piece of wood that was caught in the roof of mouth. At this point Lincoln was shakey and very upset but with lots of reassurance he is back to his old self.
I have more dog stories from this weekend and more pictures that I will have to sit and sort through them all before doing another post.
It was warm, quiet and so peaceful there that even with the multitude of dogs, a 2 year old and various adults it still was a wonderful get away.
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