This post is an anachronism. Although it is dated to post on September 27, 2008, I wrote it on February 1, 2011, and back dated it. This is intended merely to fill in one of the remaining holes from the period when the hard drive crashed on my old computer.
Poor Libby. Even though we have a quiet cabin deep in the middle of an 80-acre forest, she just can’t get any reading done there. It’s too noisy and busy. (That’s true whenever Flike is around.)
To solve her problem, Libby carried one of the comfy chairs to the other side of the lake and up into the trees. It was there that she could find the solitude she needs for reading.
Too bad it doesn’t work out that way for her.
In order for her to make her getaway, I have to keep the dogs occupied (shut into the cabin). Otherwise they would simply follow her across the dam and up into the forest. Regardless, the dogs are wise to this scheme. As soon as I let them out, and as soon as they figure out that Libby is not around, they decide to bolt across the dam and investigate the north-facing slope there, where they happen to know a comfy chair awaits. (If you look closely at the lower left of the photo, you can see Flike.)