Lost Dog is Reunited with Owner

The lost dog is back home, happy to be reunited with his owner.  Seems he decided to go for a walk and, being of advanced age, may have forgotten where he was going or how to get back home.  Fortunately, he picked the best possible place to get help when he stopped by Mike and Barb Pupino's - they are dog lovers, but not wanting to put him at risk in case their dogs considered him an intruder, and afraid for him if left on his own with speeding traffic, they enlisted the help of Helen Morrison, and gave him shelter in Helen's garage, right across the road from them.  Then, just about supper time, Mike noticed a truck going by very slowly up West Shore Road, and on a hunch, hopped in his truck and followed it, hailing them within a short distance, to ask if by any chance they were hunting for a dog.  Yep, they were.  They were neighbors of the owner, who they said was very upset when she realized her best friend had wandered off.  Now all is well - the dog is back home.  This is just one more example of good neighbors helping one another.  A happy ending.

 On Saturday, after my stint at the historical society building, I was taking my friend who had attended the Cabot School Alumni tea home, and we took a short side trip to the farm where I grew up on Cabot Plain.  She hadn't been there in many years, so it was an interesting excursion for her, and of course I always enjoy going up there, even though it's sort of bitter-sweet since none of my family is on the farm any longer - and everything has changed dramatically.  One thing that never changes is the view from the dooryard at the farm.  This is the way we saw it on Saturday, and if you look closely (click on the image to make it larger), you'll see a row of wind towers in front of the most distant two mountain peaks.  It is without a doubt the Lowell installation, and what I also glimpsed a week ago on our way to Wolcott.  I used some zoom to get the picture, so they look quite a bit closer than they really are.  Interesting that I even noticed them - but because they are so straight and evenly spaced, I immediately knew they weren't ski trails.  So now I need to rethink what I just stated above - the view does change, and not just with the season.

Another view that changed, but I really didn't pay much attention, is looking west from the Plains Cemetery to where the quarries are in Woodbury.  There has always been a white "marker" on the side of the mountain, (see it on the lower left of the photo), but in the past few years, it has become somewhat larger.  Not long ago someone mentioned to me how badly "scarred" the hillside was.  I hadn't really noticed, but I can understand this sort of thing troubles some folks; but like the ski trails on Mt. Mansfield beyond it, there's just more of it/them.   Changes like these are an indication of progress, I guess, and prosperity.