While at the cabin, we relaxed on the screened-in porch every evening. One dusky night, Emmett ran up to the screen, gave a play bow, and started wagging furiously. Then he laid down and kept wagging. At first I didn't see anything. But he was fixated. So John went outside to check it out. And there it was. Emmett's new friend. Normally Emmett has a pretty strong prey drive.

A couple times a year, we rent a cabin in the woods for a week. We take the dogs and hike, nap, read, and relax. This time around, we took a few days off before and after our week at the cabin, so we've been "on vacation" for nine straight days. Nine. Bliss. Although, the cabin didn't have any sort of connection to the outside world. I mean, there was a TV (which we never turned on), but the

(And, yes, our floors usually are that furry. Sigh.)