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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:

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

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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

6/20/13 Sunrise

These sweet summer mornings with just Mom and me awake are rapidly becoming a favorite part of my day.  Today we woke at sunrise and, although I am color-blind, I could still appreciate the magic and excitement of the Sun gradually taking his place in the sky, and of the changes that I could see in the clouds and in the sky itself.  Mom scratched behind my ears and told me I was a good girl.  I felt happy and content.

Then a rabbit appeared out of the woods and began to hop happily in the yard – MY yard.  In a split second the moment of serenity was over and I was streaking off after it, muscles pumping and legs churning, determined to snatch this rabbit in my jaws and bring it home to my masters as a gift.  At the last second, as my teeth clamped together in the air over its furry tail, it scooted under the neighbor’s fence and I was denied again.  Drat.

Sometimes, on these quiet mornings like today, Mom will put her coffee that she’s been drinking down on the grass and relax in a chair out back while I explore the yard.  I take this opportunity to sneak up behind her and finish the cold coffee in her cup while she has her eyes closed.  Mom’s coffee is good to me because she puts something in it, while Dad just drinks it black.  I never steal his.  I never drink too much coffee or drink it too often because Mom and Dad are very careful about table food, but sometimes she slips up.  And I am right there to slurp it up.

Today, Donna and Paul are coming over to play in the pool.  From the looks of this morning, it’s going to be a very nice day!  Mom ordered me some pet sunscreen that she found online as well as some nose and paw protection.  That might sound silly and overprotective, but I have pink skin and thin white hair, and I love to be outside, so I am in danger of getting a sunburn now that the weather is heating up.

For today, Mom says I have to lie under the umbrella or in the shade next to the house.  No problem on my part!

Have a great day and thanks for reading!  I hope the weather is just as nice wherever you are.

Love,

Maggie

6/18/13 On Summer

Summer is almost here, and we have already settled down into our hot-weather routine.  This is fine by me as I love routine and don’t like disruption.  It brings on an anxiety attack!  I like my humans in their places, where they’re supposed to be, when they’re supposed to be there, doing what they normally do. 

My Summer day usually starts around 7:00 a.m.  Mom and I get up first.  Mom lets me out, wakes up Coffee Maker (another growly appliance), feeds the goldfish, feeds me, and then I go out again.  Mondays are busier as there is the milk, the dry cleaning, and the trash to deal with, too.

When I feel it is time, I go wake up Jamie by sticking my nose in his ear, then giving his face a good washing.  Dad wakes up by Alarm Clock.  I do not like to be around when Alarm Clock starts screaming.  He hurts my ears.

Eventually, everyone trickles down for breakfast, and someone fetches the newspaper.  Mom makes breakfast, and I take my place on the mat by the kitchen sink, near the stove.  This is my spot during all meal preparation.  It is almost as good as the middle of the kitchen floor.  Mom hasn’t spilled anything hot on me yet, and even though she is always telling me that I am in the way, the chances of her tripping and dropping food are very good.  So it’s a choice place to be.

I like this Summertime Living much better than the constant scrambling around when Jamie is in school.  I’m hardly ever in the crate.  It’s light outside longer, even I can tell that.  And, the humans are spending a lot more time with me!  Last night, they were out until 11:00 p.m. Human Standard Time, having a “bonfire” and a “Tiki Torch Party” in the pool with Erik and Jenny.  Except for Dad.  He came home from work a little early for the party, and then refused to get wet.

I secretly think that Dad is part cat.  He hates the water and, as a matter of fact, hates getting any part of himself wet at all!  Dad tells Mom, “You can drown in 1 teaspoon of water!” and this is an argument that Mom cannot seem to win.  Anyway, Dad stayed dry and played Fetch the Stick with me until the bonfire, which was good, because by that time I was ready to collapse completely.  By the time I crawled onto my dog bed I was groaning out loud and whimpering, I was so tired, and I couldn’t even wag my tail a bit!  I conked out in about two seconds flat and slept all night.

Hooray for Summertime!  I hope we have another nighttime party, soon!