Because once wasn't enough.

During cottage time, Soleil was shedding in great clumps, and so her brush came out and Uncle Dan did the honours:

She hates it when I brush her, however she seemed to thoroughly enjoy the ministrations from Dan.

Perhaps too thoroughly. Somebody else got jealous:

And if all else fails, steal the brush:

If I close my eyes, maybe they won't see me... A proud thief.

Let's rub it in a little:

A smug grin:

Who, me? Butter wouldn't melt...

Can't catch me.... I might give it up for a back scritch, though...

It's Saturday morning and cottage week is over: everybody's just gone their separate ways. In our case, it meant heading home, all of 5km away. The dogs had one last bash in the lake to put a capstone on a week of fun and sun. Now they'll simply have to make do with their swimming hole in Lake Rosseau again.

More hummingbirds:

A heron perched atop a tree, after being spooked from his fishing by the Labradors:

Beautiful clouds over the lake.

A canine welcoming committee for the incoming pedal boat:

Dan and Alison touring the lake:

Afternoon view from the cottage deck:

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Pickerelweed bokeh:

On Golden Pond: