March 26, 2021 - Friday morning

22 degrees/snow flurries/calm winds

Pentoga Road

Our day began almost an hour ago.  Sadie was at the edge of the yard, barely in the woods, doing her thing, when she heard something move, no doubt the boogie dog. If you're not already aware, the boogie dog is the constant companion of Hambone's most dreaded nightmare, the boogie man. 

Sadie cut short her morning constitution and almost knocked me over as she sprinted to the back door, leaving me at the mercy of whatever creature lurks in the deep, dark, early morning hours, eager to devour goldendoodles.

No thanks to my faithful (?) pup, I made it back to the house with nary a scratch or bite mark.

Thursday began with a long walk. Sadie had forgotten who leads whom when we go for our stroll and it took a mile or less before she finally decided that life is more pleasant when we walk my speed and not hers. 

After several miles, I thought I'd worn the pup to a frazzle, but as soon as we arrived home and she was let off the leash, the pup ran around the house and barn fifteen or twenty times before she was ready to come inside.

Part of the day was spent in the shop where I continued work on the life sized bulldog. Initially, I thought this project would be easier than most the smaller segmented/intarsia pieces I've done in the past, but the opposite is proving to be true.

Manhandling some of the giant pieces while sawing has been a challenge. At one point yesterday, I even had to use a handheld sabre saw. When able to utilize the scroll saw, I often had to stand to one side or away from the sawing table and bend way over to guide the wood.

It took quite a while to cut the exterior of the dog's lower half and piece it back together. (The head had been sawed over a month ago.) I'll begin cutting, shaping, and sanding individual pieces today. 

Neighbor Sue came for an afternoon visit and we enjoyed hearing stories of her late husband, the farm in its earlier days, and her family. Sue's a sweetheart.

Sadie and I ended the afternoon with a long game of fetch. Thankfully, I'd found Brutus's old throwing stick or my arm would be worn out. We played for over forty five minutes before the pup finally decided she'd had enough for one day.

Today looks to be much the same as Thursday. Yooper Brother Mark will be out for our usual Friday morning walk. No doubt, Sadie and I will spend time doing whatever it is big people and dogs do, and of course, the shop will be calling my name. 

It will be daylight soon. Time to get the day started.

After all, a man's work is never done.

So are the tales from Pentoga Road...

All worn out after a hard day of play