Rocco's big adventure this week was his first visit to our camp. We parked on the main road and walked in, but because the snow was so deep, we couldn't make it up to the camp. Instead we walked across the lake to see Queenie, a pretty and big wooden structure provided by the local historical society who'll sell tickets for an ice-out bet. On the way we visited with an ice fisherman who had half a dozen fishing holes that were keeping him busy. It was a great cold and windy day to be out on the ice, and Rocco trotted along nicely with us. On our way back, we stopped in to see a couple of our neighbors; one was glad to meet our new dog, the other wondered if we could put him in a back room while we visited -- NOT.
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