
There’s a lot of logging where our cottage was, or so it seemed to me – which also meant many piles of cut trees just laying around. The biggest pile on our road was right near the cottage, and darned if one day Merry didn’t head straight for it and climb nearly to the top, effortlessly, with a series of pug hops! Of course, once she got up there, it took a few moments for her to figure out how to find her way back down. :) Silly pug.




