I’m a day or so away from not posting at all this week, which would be a first in Cedar’s 19 weeks of being blogged. Methinks the world would still wobble around on its axis, and that my audience out there, if there is one–Have I lost you yet, Mom?–would be okay, too.

On the way to Sandy Beach.

Here in Week 27 of Cedar life, we’ve moved out of cute puppy mode, and into “How much exercise can you possibly give me, Dad?” mode.

While AKC tells me I should be brushing her teeth, trimming her nails, and playing “safe but fun interactive games,” I’m working on keeping up with her exercise needs, and more solid recall, especially around distractions. We’re not that far from bear emergence, and yet it seems we’re a country mile from a solid HEEL when we really need it.

So, we muddle onward, swimming with less panic, not chewing too much stuff up, skijoring with only an occasional nip of my ski tips, and sometimes even listening in the presence of other dogs.

It’s 11 am and she’s snoring, so score one for Dad.