Tag Archives: Spring

4/1/15 Hope Springs Eternal


Woof! Love, Maggie


3/23/15 Dirty Trick

Spring cleaning on a 70 degree day

But soon the sun would go away

Mother Nature played a dirty trick

And sent us snow, five inches thick.

I saw the slips of tulips, green

And thought this trick was really mean.

The cloudy sky was dark and grey

So we slept the day away

Mom and I, curled up together

On the couch, bonded furever.


Woof! Love, Maggie

3/15/15 The Honey Do

Gracious, the snow has melted and that means Spring!  Mom has already broken out the “honey do” list for Dad, which actually consisted of replacing light bulbs in various rooms (Dad has it rough), while Mom prepared to paint the entryway from the garage.

You may remember, last year on Spring Break, Mom and Jamie painted most of the downstairs area. Mom did not do the hallway in front as she would need a scaffold for that. Nor did she do the entryway into the kitchen from the garage, because she and Dad could not agree on a color. Mom therefore, made and Executive Decision to paint the entryway to match the bay window in the eat-in part of the kitchen. Mom says she gave Dad a “year” to think about it and since he didn’t come up with an idea, she was going ahead with her plan.

I was delighted to see Mom kneeling on the floor. I scooted around the paint pots and ladder and gave a few kisses to her ear, and was planning a flashmob when she shooed me away. She said she didn’t want me to get paint on my fur. I went upstairs and played for a while:


Mom later stated that, “At times like these, you realize that your knees are not your friends.” But she completed the job and now the little entryway is cheerful, and even the door got a coat of paint or two:


Mom says there is only a small area left for her to paint downstairs, and then she is moving on to the upstairs. Mom’s honey do list seems to be a LOT longer than Dad’s!

Later on, after Mom had taken a bath in some smelly stuff, we crawled into bed. My human Mom tucked me in under the covers since the windows were open and the breeze was chilly. Oh, so comfortable! Welcome, Spring!


Woof! Love, Maggie

(PS – you are not seeing things, I did change my collar during the day!)

4/22/14 Paint Pots

I can finally safely say that Spring is here.  The grass is back (although I think the bushes are dead), and the threat of snow and its accompanying wind-up-the-tail is gone.  The sun is shining.

One thing about Spring is it gets the humans busy. 

Mom has decided to Paint.  She picked out the paint, brushes, rollers, dropcloths, tape, and all the assorted rigamarole to go with this project.  She enlisted Jamie’s help and plotted everything out.  Dad spent endless amount of time at Home Depot, groaning.  Mom didn’t reckon on the ceiling being such a paint-sucker, though, and progress is slow.  Jamie and Mom decided to do the ceiling first, because there was a mark on it that looked like a snowman from where Dad opened a bottle of champagne on New Year’s about a zillion years ago.  I’m kinda going to miss that snowman.


I think this paint business is great fun!  I love to help out.

I sniff the paint cans (it is low fume; the house doesn’t even smell bad) until Mom or Jamie runs up, arms waving and hollering for me to get the heck away from them. 

I lay in the middle of the dropcloth and wag my tail.  Thump, thump, thump, what do you mean you can’t move the dropcloth?

I run under the ladder when Mom is standing on it.  Jamie is usually in hot pursuit, as I have snatched one of the work rags (excuse me, “shop towels”) and am making a beeline for my spot on the landing.

I chew the stir sticks (pre-paint, of course) into toothpicks and leave the shards all over the floor.

When I am satisfied that I have helped my humans enough, I go take a little nap:


Ah, Spring!  Bring on the home improvements!

Woof!  Love, Maggie



2/1/14 Another Perfect Christmas Day

The snow started falling again last night.  Silent, insidious, thick.  We woke up to find another fresh coating blanketing the neighborhood.  Dad and Jamie went out to shovel, but soon the flakes were heavier, fatter, nickel-sized or better, falling from yet another grey sky.  There will be no sun today.  Looking out of the window at the huge flakes and the trees in the backyard, I thought, “Another perfect Christmas Day” (sound of needle screeching across record) – except, it’s February 1. Everyone is ready for a change.

It is 10:30 a.m. and the plow still has not been around.  Mom and Jamie cannot go to TaeKwonDo this morning because they can’t get out of the driveway.  The street is filled with snow, both fresh and that which has been blowing and drifting.

The backyard poses an interesting challenge for me.  The wind has been strong, blowing the snow up in drifts up to 3 feet.  Going to the bathroom outside is a ponderous question, even with the walkway that has been shoveled out for me.  I have found my own solution to this.  The wind has blown the snow away from the house to form a narrow passage.  I go out the back door, make a right, and press my body against the side of the house.  In this way, I can utilize the snow passageway.  From there I shoot out into the yard proper, run my circles, and do what I have to do. 

I have an old injury to one of my hind legs.  When I am outside too long, I have to tuck it up against my belly and run/hobble along on three legs until I get into the house and warm up.  Even my coat does not protect against this.  Going for a walk is out of the question.

I am finding small spaces to curl up in to comfort myself.  If I can have my head, back, and rear pressed against a surface, I find it soothing.  I am upset that there is no sun shining through the windows so that I can bask under the dining room table, or in my spot at the top of the stairs. 

The winter day outside is very beautiful.  However, I am more than ready for a Spring thaw!

Woof!  Love, Maggie