It might be the beginning of next week - or later this weekend - before Progressive Puppy returns to normal (whatever that is). Sorry, but moving the household into the woods was a more mammoth undertaking than I expected... Sunday is a blur to me. By bedtime we were all punch-drunk from exhaustion. The cats were anxious, the dogs tired but happy. Because of her advanced years, considerable girth and past TPLO surgery, Maggie Moose had some difficulty navigating the stairwell - but we had anticipated this and Art, Greg and I enveloped her in a sort of phalanx, y'know, so we could catch her if she slipped. Little Brother, fearless as always, bounded up the stairs three steps at a time. Monday and Tuesday we unpacked boxes, reassembled furniture, and set up the kitchen and bedrooms. The Central A/C had to be serviced. On Wednesday, the cable and Internet guys came out and installed their respective satellite dishes. (Connection speed is almost as slow as if we were using a land-line. I'm hoping this can be fixed.) The cats settled in quickly. They are drawn to all the upstairs windows. Really, to them it's like wandering through a forest canopy. Each morning I take the dogs exploring. We walk the parameter of the field and down to the pond but haven't yet ventured into the forest that surrounds the house. The trees are very dense.
In one photo you'll see a tiny red guest house Art planned to tear down - but I'm putting that decision on hold because I see potential there. The gray storage shed next to the cabin is in excellent condition and will serve as my woodshop.
Addendum: As it was on the beach, leashing the dogs is unnecessary. Maggie and Brother walk where we walk and hang out where we hang out. After spending their entire lives in our company, they never stray far from the pack. One mildly interesting tidbit: Tuesday morning there were three jackrabbits in the field, which the dogs decided to chase. They kept the house in their line of vision, though, and didn't follow them into the woods. The interesting thing about this is the cable guy's reaction when I told him what happened. He was inordinately pleased that we had seen the rabbits. His house is located in a neighboring county and he told us the rabbits in that area have been virtually wiped out - killed by fire ants! Apparently, the fire ants invade the rabbits' subterranean warrens and attack the baby bunnies before they're large enough to run away. I'd never heard about that happening before.