I call him Nicky because I saved him in the nick of time from euthanasia. One day after I got him, he would have been no more. So big hearted fool that I am I drove more than 3 hours round trip to Martinez animal shelter to find the dog they called Buster. He has severe dental problems and is about ten years old. I knew nothing else when I took him home. We bonded quickly. He sat on my lap most of the way home. He is is very affectionate, cuddling up and sleeping on my lap or pressed against my side. I thought he purred as he made a rough sound in his throat alot. He was frisky day one, but day two he started coughing and choking, and became listless. Well, he had kennel cough! No interest in water or food. After fearing he was dying of dehydration, I took him to vet monday morning. Antinausea and Antibiotic pills helped his appetite some but now we have new challenges ahead that will be revealed in the next chapter of the blog.
Shelter Cove is an almost inaccessible part of the Northern California coastline. You can fly a small plane into the rough air strip or drive 23 miles out of Garberville winding down, down and down to this isolated fishing area. My friend Katherine and I stayed at the lodge (pictured below) perched on the cliff. The mornings were thick with white, cold fog. We couldn't even see the ocean. But when it burned off, the fishing boats bobbing out at sea, the sea lions and seals on the rocks and the blue sparkling ocean more than made up for the shroud. And we played golf each day. The course surrounds the air strip. I saw no planes land while I was there. The course is rugged, gopher holes, piles of dirt, no sand traps, lots of brush in which to lose your balls. I wanted an electric cart but the club house is closed all the time, and you pay by dropping your money in a box. There are no carts. So, we asked some golfers and they directed us to Mike's house, next to the peach colored house, where a golf cart could be rented. It reminded me of Molokai, the casual way people coped with remoteness. So I gave Mike's wife some money (he was out fishing) and was off in the cart...down the street to start at the fourth hole. It was alot of fun. We had great seafood dinners every night. And slept well to the roar of the ocean.
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