We actually left the lake early in the day and were on the road around ten this morning. The fact that I didn’t get home until 4:30 this afternoon is mostly because I made a bit of an extra stop, at Tammy and David’s house, to see their new dog.

We’re not completely sure what kind of mix Titus is, but he was saved from a shelter and he’s totally kid-friendly. He’s seven months old, making him a month older than Aiden, and kind of big and goofy.

David says that he’s probably a Great Dane-Labrador mix, which is a good combination. They’ve been told that there might be some greyhound in him, but he doesn’t seem to have that hound’s running spirit. He’s friendly, but he also likes to flop down in the middle of the room or the yard and let the commotion ebb and flow around him.

With three boys already living in that house, a mellow dog (or a puppy who seems to be growing into a mellow dog) is a blessing. He and Aiden are already fascinated with each other.

It was a pleasant drive home after a wonderful couple of days at the lake. I got exactly what I needed out of it, rest and a bit of distance. Mom seemed to enjoy it, too. We didn’t do any hiking, as the others did, but we tried not to hold anyone back from doing what they wanted to do. Options are a little more limited this time of year anyway.

There were monster whitecaps on the water as we moved the houseboat across the lake yesterday. We did see some brave souls skiing, but the assumption was that you’d have to be a little nutty to put yourself in a position to slam headfirst into a lake whose water temperature is about twenty degrees colder than comfort level. I don’t water ski anyway (I did try it once and it didn’t work out well), but I don’t think I would have been tempted even if I were an avid enthusiast. In fact, I’m sure of it.