Part 1: Williamstown, Massachusetts
“It was the best of times, it was the wurst…” Rudy looked thoughtful. “Yes, that’s right. It was pretty good all around.”
Not one to toss superlatives lightly, Rudy took a moment to fondly remember our first family getaway–a stay at The Red Lion Inn, in December. “Tanglewood, Shmanglewood, I’ll take the turnpike to Stockbridge and a night at the Red Lion any day,” he hummed softly, breaking in his new tennis ball.
But in fact, Rudy’s opening thought was addressed to our most recent outing, which included two nights at Robert and Carolyn’s Clover Hill Farm, a dog-friendly country inn in Williamstown, Massachusetts, where we were staying while checking out the Penguin Plunge in nearby North Bennington, Vermont.
Clover Hill was fab. More exciting than Stockbridge.
The beamy wooden farmhouse spreads like a Colorado lodge across a hilltop, just outside the town proper. A long red barn sits behind, invisible until your car climbs the hill.
Rumor has it there are 18 horses inside, plus Molly (mule), Chelsea (miniature horse), Pumpkin (pony), and Susie (goat). The thought was too exciting to even consider going in.
“Whoa,” Rudy’s eyes bugged out. “I never dreamed it could be like this.”
At the house, Rudy was greeted by Bella and Snoopy, the on-staff beagles.
Things were sniffed, limbs were flailed, and differences were worked out with a slide across several acres of polished wood floors.
They flew like sand across the desert, but they sounded like a box of Skittles.
“Double whoa,” Rudy’s highest praise. “And check out that kitchen. Five out of five bonies.”
The wall art was good,
and there were plenty of unexpected diversions:
Charles and Petunia,
and Adam, who likes to shower four or five times a day.
We’re embarrassed to say there was a Moment…
but we’re trying to put it behind us.
“I blame the movie posters,” Rudy insists.
It’s true, there was an exciting (“Inciting,” he interrupts) collection of movie posters scattered around the house. Robert is a collector of ephemera, among other things. The posters, in particular, seemed to inspire some of Rudy’s more theatrical moments at Clover Hill Farm, although most of these movie memories didn’t even come from Robert’s collection.
Dr. Zhivago, in the field behind the house,
Fly Away Home, of course, with all the geese, ducks, and pigeons,
and Giant, although the “gold” in question was a steaming heap of manure, not oil,
but ultimately, I suspect it was the poster of Dances with Wolves that did him in:
This is not the Wild West, Rudy was informed (by us). He accepted Carolyn’s generous distribution of peace treats (which made a stronger impression).
And he learned a thing or two about sharing.
In this indescribably warm and unpredictable B&B, we will be welcomed back with open arms, open mouths, and wagging tails.
It was the best of times.
Two paws up.
Coming next: Part 2, Bennington, VT…
You have great places to visit and a great way to make us aware Rudy. I will also pass this on. Richard D
Rudy – u are the best. We look forward to seeing u again. Regards – Robert and carolyn
He’s looking forward to it too.
Delightful reading– from one terrier owner to the other. You really captured the experience! 🙂
Thanks Chris! Arf.
Thanks for the travelogue Rudy. I love your friends, Charles and Petunia. Honk! Honk!
Bring Rudy to Sarasota…..we have lots of lizards he can play with!
So….when does Rudy get that fat publishing contract for a dog’s eye view of New England inns and B&B’s?
He’ll work for biscuits.
Aww…pups and kitts and ducks, oh my. Glad everyone got along so well! That first pic shows off Rudy’s dreamy little face…how could anyone not be charmed?? Looking forward to Part Deux. Two paws up, indeed!!! :-}
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