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| The cabin at Second Life Farm. |
We enjoyed a brief respite on Sunday afternoon when we drove up to Second Life Farm, not far from the Kentucky line, to visit and eat and soak in the scenery. Located at the end of a long gravel road, Second Life's farmers enjoy privacy and solitude. The homestead there is quite charming, forty-some acres of gently rolling fields and woods, bounded by streams, occupied by our friends and their pack of canine characters.
Almost as good as the food--which was fabulous, and the company, were the antics of the dogs. One little guy claimed my lap nearly as soon as I settled onto a couch, then spread his paws over both legs as if to indicate that the entire territory was his. Later, when someone snapped a photo of "Alf" on my lap, a graying lab-mix immediately launched herself onto the couch. She promptly curled up against my hip, them turned to the photographer as if to say, "Take my picture, too!" Funnier still was how, as soon as the flash went off, she launched herself back off of the couch--her photo opportunity complete. It had never occurred to me that a dog might want to sit for a portrait.
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| A canine-human conversation-in-progress. |
These canines are well tuned to their human companions, and attend to the conversation flowing around them monitoring for mentions of food or other items of interest. Our afternoon was enhanced by the pleasant, four-legged residents. Indeed our few hours away were a delightful respite.
Thank you, friends!
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