I couldn’t be more excited that lake season has officially begun. My family has a cabin North of Brainerd that I have gone to every summer for as long as I can remember. It may be a little dated compared to some of the beautiful lake homes people are building now, but having the chance to spend my summer weekends on the same beach where my dad spent his summers as a kid is a special thing that I try not to take for granted. It’s a place where you can unplug, unwind, and spend your days lounging by the beach on the lake out front and enjoying the calm of the small bay to the side. We start our day on the beach, with a cup of coffee, and usually end it with a fire and a burnt marshmallow in the same spot. The first weekend that I was fostering Finn, I brought him up to the lake, and he really started coming out of his shell there. Two summers later, he spends his days hunting critters, chasing waves and napping in the sun. We are lake people/dogs through and through, and both of us are a little happier when we pull up to that yellow cabin.