We interrupt this series of human interest stories to hand the microphone over to Jake, my dog, who has an adventure of his own to recount…

Back in the late 1970s, I was up at the Lake with Jim and his sister, Robin and her two Norwegian elkhounds, Torque and Sonia, who must have caught the scent of a deer in the back lots. I turned to Jim who, not knowing what kind of mischief they were getting themselves into, encouraged me to go and see what was up. That was all it took and I was off like shot to follow those errant elkhounds deeper into the forest and higher on the hill than my humans had ever taken me.

The deer we were trailing must have known Fraily Mountain like the back of his hoof, and he wasn’t about to let us catch up, leading us around cliffs…