They were like a dog in a tippy canoe.
Anxious. Concerned. A bite of worry nipping at their peace-of-mind.
But who could blame our friends, Linda and Duane, for feeling a little apprehensive? A responsibility — about the length of a half-dozen German sausages — had landed in their lap and deserved some serious fretting.
Hank the dachshund — fondly referred to as “granddog” — was going on his first canoe trip.
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As a rule, Hank isn’t around water at “Grammy and Gramps’ ” farm — except at the llama trough — when he visits. But this time they had a vacation planned to the Clark Fork River in Montana right when their daughter and pet owner, Noelle, hightailed it out of town.
Even though Hank would be left behind, I’m sure there was a yip of joy when this little wiener dog heard the news that a canoe, not a kennel, was in his future.
If there’s one thing this breed enjoys, it’s a little adventure. So, even though Hank wouldn’t be flushing a badger — what these hounds are bred to do — he’d be hot on the trail for some action.
This was the worry.
Like all good grandparents, our canoeing buddies knew they needed to keep a sharp eye on their entrusted strong-willed cargo, especially on the river. Fortunately, along with the kitchen sink, Duane and Linda remembered to bring their glasses AND Hank’s teeny life jacket.
Tthis stubby-legged canine, wrapped snugly in his flotation device, may have looked like a hot dog on first glance. But appearances didn’t stop Hank from having a howling good time on the Clark Fork.
Every day, he snuggled close behind “Grammy” in the canoe and then waded close to shore with his paddle-shaped paws. At night around the campfire with “Gramps,” he listened to a tale or two while clandestinely nibbling on forbidden treats.
Grandparents are all known for their spoiling.
Without doubt, on this camping and canoe trip, Hank the “granddog” was in the lap of luxury — Granny and Gramps’ lap, that is.
And from what I could see, either one was the best seat in the house.