George, enjoying the giant poplar log. (He is about 3 1/2 feet from ground level here.) This was a huge split-off from a very large Tulip Poplar tree, cut into multiple sections for removal. Eventual removal. It was on the ground when George was born. It was on the ground when I brought George home to New Castle. He walked past it, around it--and no, I never lifted him up onto it. One day he just scrambled up onto it. Didn't make it on the first try because I didn't realize what he was doing, and he was on the leash, which pulled him back down. I did better on the immediate next attempt. He's vaulted onto the log, over the log, jumped the log, and learned to sit on the log. What he liked best was standing on his personal high ground, able to watch everything. And then one day...
Where's my log, Mom?
It's at the far edge of the cemetery now, removed by the clean-up crew. They finally had a piece of equipment in big enough to deal with it. But as the drag marks show, George's log did not go quietly! (Yes, he visited it one last time, and hopped up for old time's sake--but it's at the edge of a ravine now, so I got him right down!)
It's at the far edge of the cemetery now, removed by the clean-up crew. They finally had a piece of equipment in big enough to deal with it. But as the drag marks show, George's log did not go quietly! (Yes, he visited it one last time, and hopped up for old time's sake--but it's at the edge of a ravine now, so I got him right down!)
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