I managed a trip to Blåfjell this year too, but this time it was different, for two reasons. First, I now have a dog, and second, I did not sleep in my tent, but partly worked as a farm hand on the Gjefsjø mountain farm. My compensation was that I could borrow a cabin on the lake Storkasttjønna. The dog is a Bouvier des Flandres (cattle dog from the Flandres, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bouvier_des_Flandres ), born on April 29 in Valdemarsvik on the east coast of Sweden. I went by car to pick it up and we arrived in Oslo on Midsummers Eve. You have to bear with me when I write too much about the dog, called Chomsky, named in honor of Noam Chomsky: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noam_Chomsky To be responsible for a dog means quite a change in an old man’s life. My work as a farm hand was not particularly demanding. The biggest job was to paint the inside of a new sheepfold. Then there was the haymaking and various other chores. The farmer, Christian, was not exactly a slav...