The Myth of Puppy Point

We’ve been chasing lakes lately. It’s become a theme—each stop on this winding road trip marked by water, wagging tails, and the kind of joy that only dogs can summon. This lake, like the others, came with a promise: a place called “Puppy Point,” complete with a sandy beach and a buoyed-off swim area just for the pups.

Or so we thought.

For three days, we’ve been letting Daisy and Luna romp and splash at what we believed was Puppy Point. Turns out, we’ve been joyfully trespassing on the human swim beach. Oops. But it’s November, and humans aren’t exactly lining up for lake dips. The dogs, however, have been living their best lives—chasing frisbees, swimming with abandon, and logging more exercise than they ever did back home.

And now, they’re limping.

Today, Daisy ran herself ragged. She emerged from the water a little ginger on her rear leg, but the moment the frisbee flew, she was off again—full tilt, heart first. When we dried them off, Rob noticed a significant area of swelling. We gave her one of the leftover anti-inflammatories from a previous vet visit and tomorrow, we’ll take her in to be seen. Thankfully, this area is rich with veterinarians. We’re hoping it’s just a strain, something rest can mend.

She’s a big girl, and carrying her around isn’t exactly feasible.

The Bestest Girl Ever (Exception: Other Dogs)

Despite the worry, the days have been golden. The weather is perfect—cool evenings, sun-drenched afternoons, windows flung open while we work. We’ve caught up with old friends, shared meals, and stolen moments of stillness. Rob had lunch with his best friend of thirty years, and I got to do a little shopping. Sunday night was quiet, a gentle exhale before the work week began.

Tomorrow will be busy. I’m craving a quiet night in, something soft and slow. Maybe a little writing. Maybe just watching Daisy sleep, hoping her dreams are full of frisbees and not sore legs.

Next Up: Detours and Doctors

When the dream detours through a vet’s office and the lake teaches us about limits. Daisy’s swollen leg, a misnamed beach, and the quiet lessons of slowing down—next on A Wonderful Midlife.