Home Sweet Vacation Home

There are some interesting things about our Cottage Studio that I thought I'd share. Firstly there's a screen door - an odd thing it doesn't quite shut out the smells and sounds of the outside and I can even see through it. Secondly the outside is right there -no steps to climb just walk out onto the deck and you are outside and its an outside with inside type things like chairs and tables. Thirdly when the screen door is open, I can sit inside and sort of enjoy the outside, in particular the glorious sunshine that lingers all morning on the deck. Confusing, No?

Provincetown Morning

You could say I am a morning type. Certainly more of a morning type than PL who needs a little rousing assistance in the a.m. I lie on his shin, lick his face, sniff his ear, whatever it takes to get him up, because mornings here in Provincetown are a big deal. Thats when we take our longest walk and when we go to the beach. We live in the west end of town so its a long,long walk to the east end of town where there's a wide open beach and more importantly thats where the other dogs go.

Once we get there I am allowed off leash and the first thing I do is mark three or four things- a dead land crab, a pile of seaweed, an old piece of rope-once thats out the way I just belt down that beach like gangbusters. I've discoverd 'wading' -just in and out to refresh and its back to the running and playing and saying hi to everyone-but see for yourself below - this is my morning yesterday.




You may have noticed that the video format is different - PL got a new HD camera. He still needs to figure out how to get the best upload quality on the web but just for comparison here's some footage taken with the old camera the day before.

Up, up and Away

"Can he stand up in there?" asked the uniformed lady behind the counter. "Yes, he can turn around quite easily" PL responded gently sidestepping the question. I looked nonchalantly at her from my sherpa, cool as a cucumber. She returned to her administrative tasks which she concluded by handing PL something and saying "Gate 31".

I knew something was up for days. PL was in and out of the apartment, doing massive amounts of laundry and giving out all kinds of anxious body language clues. The prelude to the big reveal was the extremely early morning walk at 6.30am walk after which there was an extremely light breakfast and we were shortly after in a Gypsy Cab headed for JFK. Short encounter with the uniformed lady as described above and we were minutes later beeping the alarms at the security gate- oh we have to take my harness off-duh.

We had a smooth flight to Boston but there were rough seas waiting for us there. Thankfully the ferry was cancelled and we boarded a bus to get to our destination. I slept most of the way, emerging from my sherpa in ta- da Provincetown where we are to spend the next two weeks. PL went immediately to the thrift store to get some quilts and towels to make me a temporary bed where I now spend my days daydreaming or gazing out the french door. So much to get used to here, the tangy salt air, the sounds- birds, people walking by our little cottage studio. Frankly I was a little spooked by all of this but after a couple of days of long walks taking in the delightful scenery, and many encounters with the friendly natives I'm beginning to unwind. I'm beginning to enjoy-my vacation.

Strike a Pose

So far my posing duties have been pretty casual, sitting nicely on a walk or standing still for a moment or two. Today that all changed. My modelling tasks were more challenging, more demanding, the ante has been upped, the bar raised. I was asked to look for the light, stay absolutely still and look thoughtful for a profile shot. The most difficult one was shot in part shadow where I had to find an interesting head angle to make it all artsy.

Final Run

Its here. The heat that is. I've spent the past couple of days drugged by the cool drone of the air conditioning unit. My walks, especially the evening one where the pavements and the evening air have been warmed all day are quite an effort especially that last stretch - the five floor walkup. Youch. Let me tell you I appreciate PL's extra little touch of a cool wipe with a damp towel on my belly at the end of that. How different it was just a few days ago when I ran in central park and just kept on running.