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9/25/16 The Apple Orchard

Today, the humans went out to the apple orchard to pick apples, because Mom wanted to bake pies. They’d been going to this particular orchard since Jamie was just a tot. They’ve seen this farm grow and grow and become a huge attraction. Maybe it’s gotten a bit too famous, because the line to get in the parking lot took 25 minutes.

I took a great nap while they were gone:

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(ahh, the human bed and all its covers…mine!!!)

Dad took this picture of Jamie and Mom near the trees:

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It was so crowded, they didn’t stay too long. Mom said she was shocked and disappointed that some of the apple trees’ trunks were broken almost in half from people climbing them when they are not supposed to. Much of the fruit was rotting on the vines as well, because of the damaged branches. Next year, they are going to find a smaller place to pick apples.

Back at home, Mom got busy preparing her pie crust. She enlisted Jamie to peel and core the apples. She has this contraption that peels, cores, and slices the juicy fruit. Jamie calls it the “apple murder machine”:

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(as you can see, he’s quite serious about murdering the apples.)

Dogs like apples, so I got a slice or two. Mom rolled out the dough and, instead of a top crust, placed little leaf crust “cookies” on the fresh filling. She brushed them with milk and sprinkled sugar on them. Soon the pies were baking and the house smelled wonderful. Mom said it reminded her of a scene out of”LuLu’s Pie Shoppe”, a story Gigi wrote (gigisrantsandraves.wordpress.com). Then she and Jamie cleaned up the kitchen. The apples had been very juicy, and I contentedly licked a small puddle of sweetness from the floor before Mom shooed me away and mopped up.

Now the pies are baked and out of the oven. The one in the glass dish is for Erik and the other will probably be eaten by the end of the night!

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I hope I get a crust cookie!

Woof! Love, Maggie

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6/20/15 A Pre-Father’s Day Celebration

Since the humans are so spread out in their obligations, we are having a Pre-Father’s Day celebration here. Mike and Erik and Jenny are coming over for a late dinner, and probably a bonfire in the back yard. Mom is calling it, “Father’s Day Weekend”. Dad will open his gifts tonight.

Mom has been busy all day, making sure things are as close to “just right” as she can get them. What a fussbudget!

Mom baked this lovely pie for Dad. It’s a butter-and-vodka crust with triple berry filling, made from fresh blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries. It’s Dad’s favorite.

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Naturally, I’ve been smelling the pie all day, and naturally, too, that’s all I’m getting: a sniff. However, I did overhear Mom saying that she had a peanut-butter Pupsicle for me, so I’m getting dessert at least!

The other thing Mom did is to get me the most ginormous tennis ball I’ve ever seen. It’s so big I can barely get my jaws around it. So I ripped off a small piece of the covering and have been carrying it around by this “handle” I made. I think I’m rather clever!

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I’m really having a good time with the tennis ball. Mom wants me tired out so I am good with company tonight.

Tomorrow, Dad, Mom, and Jamie are going to see their friends for lunch, and to a Classic Car Show.

Right now, Dad is snoring on the couch. Mom asked him to turn off the TV because she was tired of hearing the Bud Light “Fiesta” commercials. Dad turned off the idiot box and put his feet up and promptly fell asleep. He’s snoring. I tried to lick his face, but he must have RADAR in his sleep, because he pushed me away and kept on sawing logs.

Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there! Remember, just about anyone can be a father. But it takes someone special to be a dad.

Woof!

Love, Maggie

7/10/13 Finally, Playtime!

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(Roughhousing with my tennis ball, evening)

FINALLY, the sun made an appearance today and I had a blast!  Practically the whole day was playtime.  I romped around in the backyard, chased the stick, played with my rubber pretzel (Mom cannot catch me!), slept in the shade, and watched over my humans swimming in the pool, which is too deep for me to go in.  Then Laurel came over and we took a long walk.  I was so glad to see her again! 

I took a nap and then in the evening, Mom broke out the toys and the tennis ball.  In between were lots of belly rubs.  I think everyone was in a great mood because of the sunshine.  I know I was!

Laurel did mention something when she came over that I wanted to pass along to you.  The South Suburban Humane Society in Chicago Heights is, at the present time, waiving all their adoption fees for anyone looking to pick up a pet.  They need to clear the shelter.  They are also selling cages, from what I understand.  So if you’re looking for that special companion animal, and you live in Chicagoland or close to it, now is a great time to pick one up.

While I was walking with Laurel, Jamie and Mom went to the gym to see Mo.  Then Mom dropped Jamie off at basketball, and now he is home, a stinky, sweaty, lovable human for me to focus all of my attention on.  Too bad he will soon take a shower and wash off the good smells.  You know, we dogs like different scents than you humans.  For example, I cannot understand why Mom washes the floor as soon as it starts smelling good, like leftover food and dog behind and hair.  Just as soon as things get interesting, she comes along with Mop and Disinfectant.  Phew!

Speaking of the floor, there was one nice big juicy piece of home-made peach pie in the glass pie dish on the counter.  Dad dropped it on the floor and it smashed and shattered all over.  Naturally, I was in the kitchen with him (at my spot by the sink) when the dish fell and was destroyed.  Dad kind of stood there holding my collar because he didn’t want me to walk in the glass and cut my foot.  Mom came in and picked me up and carried me out of the kitchen, then Jamie took me outside when that horrible Vacuum Cleaner came out and cleaned up the remaining shards.  Man, that pie looked good.  Too bad it was booby-trapped!

Thanks so much for stopping by to visit!  Woof!

Love, Maggie