Camp Woof is the name my friend gave to the farm, after her Airedale Teddy Bear spent part of the summer cavorting with my Airedale Woof. Woof and Teddy were both two years old, best friends, and full of mischief.

To wear them out, I attempted three or four activities each day.  They happily embraced – and held me to –  a routine of:

long walks through fields full of rabbits, fox and deer for chasing;

leisurely dogpaddles to a nearby island with wonderful musty odors of marsh and decomposing fish;

patrolling the high riverbank, on the alert  for passing boats,

and,

digging for clams or other buried treasure on the soft sandy beach.