Our last day we spent taking Mackenzie to the playground, walking with John and dining (of course!). There is a wonderful Greek restaurant in Dawson, the Drunken Goat. We went there for Francine's last night and liked it so much we went back for our last night. If you visit Dawson, it is well worth your dining $$. After supper Mackenzie & I played hide and seek, then we all went for ice-cream cones on the main drag. Now in Dawson, dogs rule. They run the streets. They shift home base regularly (we had one lovely dog stop over at John's for a day or two) and every pick-up truck that goes by has a dog or two in it. Huge dog bones make their way from one household to another and you notice this as you walk the same streets day after day, a bone you saw in one driveway ends up a block away, or near the schoolyard. And dogs are loved, by and large. When we went for ice-cream after our Drunken Goat meal, Andy & I marveled that Ci-Ci, Tanja's sweet-natured canine companion, received a mini dog-cone. And a fellow sitting in a chair at the ice-cream parlour, had a loaf of bread that he fed to visiting dogs, slice by slice.
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