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3/27/15 The Moors in the Morning

Although we live in the US, Mom often feels very “English” in the morning. When she takes me out around 6:30 a.m., it’s grey and misty. She puts on her coat and her Wellington boots and off we go to squish around on the moors – er, in the backyard.

Once outdoors, we spied one of the black feral cats resting on the neighbor’s fence:


Then, we squelched around to the front, where we saw our geese on the pond:


These quick, morning walks around the house set both of our minds at ease. It’s a peaceful way to start the day.

Woof! Love, Maggie


3/22/15 A Big Saturday

We had a big Saturday. Mom and Jamie worked hard around the house to get things ship-shape. Between painting, washing the floor and windows, and doing some work in the yard, the humans exhausted themselves. It was no mean feat to get the dog nose slobber off that middle window, let me tell you!

While Jamie and Mom washed windows outside, I took a walk on the tether:


It was nice to see the grass starting to turn green! Unfortunately, the weatherman says we may get some slight snow Monday. I hope not!

Jamie went out in front to place the solar lights in. While he was out there, he broke up some bread and fed it to the geese. They are now great friends. I used to bark at the geese, but I understand we are friends now. Jamie says he knows where their nest is and is keeping an eye on it. I’m proud of him for that.


Dad came home from work and got right to hanging the curtain rod and curtains in the dining room. The funny thing I’ve noticed though, is that Dad just starts working. Mom will check to see what tools she needs, and lay everything out first. Dad dives right in and then hollers at anyone who is around, “Get me a pencil! Get me my tape measure! Where’s my drill bits? Someone get me coffee.”

This drives Mom bananas. I think it is very funny.

I helped Dad with the hanging of the curtains:


Well, I guess staying out of the way is helping. Dad drove Mom nuts, but in the end he got the curtains hung and she was very appreciative.

Mom took this picture of the dining room when it was finished.


I think the humans will rest tomorrow. But you never do know!

Woof! Love, Maggie

4/3/14 Geese

Our house is the last house on the cul-de-sac, which is a fancy human way of saying, “dead end”.  We live right next to the swamp and the woods.  Dad calls the swamp, “Lake Jimborooni” because he puts “orooni” on the end of everything he says.  (Like, “Maggie, do you want a treat-orooni?”)  Dad thinks he’s talking Italian that way.

The swamp and the woods are considered a wildlife sanctuary.  Every year, we get migratory geese from Canada in.  They make a nest, lay some eggs, hide from the coyotes at night, and walk around like they own the place during the day.  They get goose poop everywhere.  The funny thing is, our neighbors two doors over used to feed the geese, and the geese showed their appreciation by blanketing their driveway in poop.  Those neighbors have been gone for seven years, but the geese keep coming back to that same driveway.  Drives the “new” owners nuts!

So I was looking out the dining room window surveying MY front lawn and MY cul-de-sac and MY swamp, when who comes goose-stepping out of the tall grass?  Yup.  The fat geese.  I had something to say about it, namely, “Woof-woof-woof-woof-woof!” (Translation:  “Get off my lawn, before I make an early Thanksgiving dinner out of you, and then stuff your feathers into Mom’s pillow!”)  The geese waddled on, dipping their necks and, at last, sitting in a shallow puddle in the middle of the street.

Mom could see that I was doing a good job of guarding the house against the Killer Geese, and she gave me a nice bone for being such a good watchdog.


Ahhh….suddenly, I don’t care about the geese anymore!

Woof!  Love, Maggie