A Dock, A Dylan, A Dearth of Trick Or Treat

Since last Monday's monster storm, we've been
wondering how our family beach house, out on
the North Fork of New York's Long Island, fared.

On Sunday, my sister and her husband managed to snag a full tank

of gas, and headed out.  She sent me a couple of phone pictures.

Our dock stretches out into an inlet off Peconic Bay,

and at the end there are steps down to a floating dock.

Well, there used to be steps.

What happened was, the tides and winds came through,

raised the floating dock up to or above the level of the

stationary dock, twisted it, and tore off the steps.

Otherwise, except for water in the crawl space, and signs that there

had been water in the garage, and lots and lots of

flotsam and jetsam on the lawn . . . all's well.

Even the power was back on.  Lucky, and grateful.

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After several years of having geriatric dogs in our house, 

it's a bit of a surprise to have a young, energetic pup.

At 3 years old, Dylan's got a lot of goofy in him.

Sometimes his plans don't quite pan out.

A little pictorial:

 "What do you mean - the back of the sofa
is not a good place to nap?"

 "See?  I'm hanging on . . . just fine."

 "Well, so maybe there is a little slippage."

 "Uh-oh.  I see what you mean."

Dylan is giving us a lot of laughs, and is well on his way to
walking nicely on lead, and to having acceptable house manners.
Fifth day with no belly band!

He naturally tests his limits, but he is a quick study,
and - like most dogs and husbands - he is lucky he is cute.
And what's even cuter?
Dylan, and a husband!

It's hard to get good pictures of Dylan.  He is so dark,
and moves so fast that often pictures of him turn out blurry!

Well, even though this is New Jersey's official
"Halloween," I have not seen hide nor hair of any
Trick or Treaters.  Sad.  Now, whatever will we do
with all those 3 Musketeers Fun Bars?  -- Cass