Ames Lake

I am fortunate to live across from the beach access to a fairly large lake. It’s great for me, and of course it’s wonderful for Tasha–especially in the summer. Dogs aren’t allowed in the lake until 6:00 in the evening, so we wait for the magic hour when she can get into the water.

I have an answer to the lost sticks and balls. I throw stones instead. I don’t have to buy them or try to find them. The stones are plentiful at the beach.

Tasha swims to the plop of the stones, and when she can’t find anything, she plunges in after the place where the stones go under water. I don’t lose anything that way, and it gives Tasha the impetus to swim after the empty location in the water. She doesn’t come out of the water while trying to find the stones, but instead swims around the lake trying to find them. It’s sort of sad, but it’s good exercise for her, and it cools her off.

Tasha is getting to know that 6:00 hour, and stands just outside the doggie door, waiting for me to go with her to the lake. I understand her excitement, and I open the door to the gate so she can rush out and make her way to the water. She doesn’t wait for me, but instead dashes across the street (a bad thing!) to the locked beach entrance, and then she looks back at me, eager to run into the water. It’s heart warming. I feel lucky to be able to provide her with great exercise and a place to cool off.

Tags: balls, lake, sticks, stones, Tasha