December 2008
Meet the ‘Family’
Based on a very unscientific study (browsing gardening blogs & reading Twitter posts) I’ve concluded that most gardeners are also animal lovers. Therefore, I’m devoting a page to my furry friends.
Mickey is a happy camper.
Meet Mickey, an 87 lb black lab who is obsessed with keeping the world safe from squirrels. Compared to Marley (from Marley and Me), this beast is an angel. Until he is off the leash – then all bets are off. Mickey is the only lab I know that doesn’t like to swim. Loves water, but hates to go beyond where he can touch his toes. Fortunately, our local doggie beach has a wide sand bar.
Mickey now fetches like a pro!
The cats, except for when they go into spaz mode, tend to lounge around a lot. They tolerate Mickey and me OK.
Maya and Riley enjoying the view.
I’m moving in a few days from a city of 3 million to a small (to me) Wisconsin town of 12,000. I hope that the cats will finally get to go outside again – especially the tubby tabby. I’ll keep you posted.
In the meantime, if anybody has any suggestions that will help my furry friends survive a 350-mile drive without a lot of stress (the cats HATE car travel), I’d be grateful.
April 4, 2009
Home Sweet Home
Well, we’ve had a few months to settle into our new home. It’s taken some getting used to and I missed my “stuff” a lot for the first several weeks, but overall I’m grateful to be here. Really. It’s a nice, quiet neighborhood, there’s room to put a garden and plant some flowers. It’s beginning to feel like home.
This was truly a Kodak moment. Maya & Mickey love to follow the sun. Riley, not so much.
The animals have taken it all in stride. The cats no longer hide behind the dishwasher, but they still like to bang the cabinet doors and will hide in said cabinets whenever anyone knocks at the door.
Is that not the most adorable face?
Mickey is such a typical lab. He’s happy all the time, no matter what. He loves to run around outside, play with the next-door-neighbor’s lab mix, eat, go for car rides, eat, always get attention – especially if I’m petting one of the cats – and eat.
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