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Catching up…

I’ve got a lot of that to do, now that I’m back from the land of the not-quite-dead. When you go from busy and active to semi-comatose, everything in life falls behind. Writing, the boat, the house, the yard…you name it.  It doesn’t take long everything to pile up, and the deeper it gets, the more intimidating it can be. And while I’d like to just jump right back in, full-throttle, I’m still operating with a heart that barely breaks an idle. But now at least I can take the crew for walks again, so we’re working on getting that blood flowing a bit faster, one step at a time.

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After Sandy, what remained of the boatyard was rebuilt on the south end, while the north end of the yard is all but abandoned, save a few surviving but forgotten boats and twisted traces of wreckage. It makes a wonderful place for the dogs to explore and leave their mark, so to speak.

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Leading the way, Emma is yet to earn full ‘off-leash’ privileges, though she’s close. Laid-back Loki is ‘good example dog’, and he’s teaching Emma the ropes, quite literally.

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And trailing at the back is Rex, aka: ‘bad example dog’. Rex is prone to distraction and selective hearing, so he’s stuck on the leash most times, even if he’s only trailing it as a reminder.

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Once the north yard has been fully sniffed and inspected, it’s off to the south side, where there’s a bit of a beach. And that’s another reason I keep Rex on a leash; even with those stubby basset hound legs, he’s a superb swimmer, and his listening skills decline even further once he’s buoyant and doggy-paddling to Albany.

And now, back to catching up on finishing that book!

Squirrels, Zombies, and the Flying Spaghetti Monster…

… are three things that have made me very happy over the last few days. Which, I suppose, says something about me and my warped sense of humor.

Loki loves to watch the squirrels on the front lawn, staring out the window and mumbling anxiously as they scamper to and fro. But he’d never encountered one first-hand as most squirrels avoid the fenced backyard. The other day I was outside with the dogs. Moxy and Rex followed me back into the kitchen, though Loki was still attending to some doggie business. As I step to the sink I see something has he’s finished up and taken to chasing a squirrel around a tree. Most squirrels have the sense to stay above ground, but this poor thing made the dreadful mistake of venturing to the ground. Over the years occasional critters have wandered into the fenced zone, and the results were never pretty. In a panic I rushed outside, shouting and trying to distract Loki. But it was too late, he’d caught it, and he trotted over proud as could be, squirrel dangling limply from his mouth. Tail wagging, he presented me with his trophy, gently laying it at my feet. The poor thing’s still breathing and from what I can see, unmarked. It stands up, a bit wobbly and dazed but otherwise fine, just very confused. I wrap it in a dishtowel and return it to the tree, where it runs up, slightly shaken but otherwise fine, and with any luck somewhat wiser. Loki’s looking at me, baffled as to why I released that wonderful furry toy. What amazes me is how very gently he must have carried it, and I’m so happy knowing he clearly lacks the killer instinct.

Zombies… What more can I say. Saturday night we went to see Zombieland, and I can’t recall the last time I laughed so hard. Yes, it’s gross. Yes, it’s violent. Yes, there is much in poor taste. In short, my kind of movie! My advice, don’t read the reviews and Wiki pages, spoilers abound. Just watch and enjoy. The ‘Rules’ are brilliant, and yay for Twinkies! This gets my vote as the ‘Feel Good’ movie of the year!

And the Flying Spaghetti Monster… Felicia is taking a course on ‘Argumentative Studies’ or something like that, though Frank suggested she should get credit for life experience. Argumentation has specific guidelines and rules, much like in the Zombie Apocalypse, and provides hours of fascinating amusement. Felicia seems to be enjoying this class, both in subject matter and the professor, who apparently brings up unique subjects for debate. Along the lines of religion and the whole evolution vs ‘intelligent design’ in schools, the topic was raised of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Following all proper rules of argumentation, this tackles the sticky topics of defining religion. I think their ‘about the cause’ page sums it up best, though I recommend reading through their other pages as well, especially the hate mail page. That one’s a real eye opener. All the same, I think I’ve found god!

Loki update…

He’s door-bell happy, ever since he figured out nudging the doggie-out-doorbell ( sleigh-bells hung from the kitchen doorknob) will trigger the nearest human to open the door to the fenced yard for him and his canine buddies.  He’s starting to ring it just to step outside and lounge on the deck.  Clearly he’s got the hang of this trick. Starting tomorrow we’ll start limiting how often it yields an open door.


According to records, on December 12, 2008, a puppy was born in the vicinity of Heard County, Georgia. By the accuracy of this date, this pup and his litter mates may even have been born in the Heard County Animal Control Center. Whatever the case, that is where this pup stayed until, like so many others, his time ran out. Fortunately in his case, he was rescued by Eleventh Hour Rescue, a non-profit group dedicated to saving the lives of innocent dogs on death row. Please, visit their site, read their ‘About’ page, look at the faces of the dogs they’ve rescued but still need homes. Every day across the country while happy families are buying purebreds and designer puppies, there are frightened, confused dogs in shelters, needlessly put to death for no other reason than lack of a home. This tragedy must stop. If there is room in your heart and your home, make the choice to save a life. Look at these faces…

They are all rescues, and all wonderful, loving, delightful members of our home. Left to right: Loki (7 months), Moxy (12 years) and Rex (3).  Loki arrived under the name Zeus, though he didn’t seem to acknowledge it, and we felt Loki, the Norse god of chaos and mischief, might be more appropriate for his playful personality. In one day’s time he’s already settling in quite nicely and catching on to house routines by following the other two.

To one reader in particular, if you see this, yeah, I know. And by the way, he looks just like a 40 lb. version of Ari in black.

More pictures to come!