Foggy Haiku

Winter slumbering

Morning loveliness of trees 

that reach in sculptures 

Maggie on Monday

I've been feeding Maggie raw food, and I've noticed that she's more mobile. She gets up and walks around more and likes to go sit on the front porch.

Can you imagine what she's watching so intently?

Hard to see, but Tabby Bobcat is in there hunting. 

I was away this weekend and was too late to get Maggie to Mystic Pet on time. Fortunately, my mother, the dog tolerator, let Maggie spend the night in her sun room. Here's Maggie after our ride to Mum's:

*sniff*

Can you see what's in the background?

The neighbor's dog.

He started to come over to say hullo, but I told him to go back. And he did!

Disappearing. I'd seen him at Xmas with another dog that he kept body slamming into, & I didn't want him to do that to Maggie. He's a real sweetie, but better to be safe than sorry. 

Here's Maggie all settled in on her bed:

I was a bit worried. I set up her water and food. And went in to take my things to my room. And she started barking. So I went to check on her. She was fine. I went back in to the kitchen to have a cup of tea with Mum & she started barking again.
Me: She's barking.
Mum: I don't hear her barking.
Me: Well, she is.
Mum: Well I'm not deaf. I can hear. And I don't hear her barking.
Me: Just because you don't hear her, doesn't mean she isn't.
Mum: Well!  You cahn't keep going in there. Just let her bark, she'll settle down.
Me: *sigh* She's in a strange place and alone. Of course she's barking.
Mum: You coddle her too much.

Yeah. No argument there! So I gave her some benedryl in some cheese and let her settle on her bed. And she fell asleep and slept thru the night. Saturday morning I took her to Mystic Pet until I picked her back up on Monday. We drove thru some snowy-rainy-icy weather, but made it home:

All cozy in the office with Tabby.  Zzzzzzz

Sunsets

One thing I appreciate is sunrises and sunsets. The sunrises here have been, for the most part, rather underwhelming. I spoze it's something I'll get used to, just as I did when I transitioned from the Bay House to the River House. In the meantime, I've really enJOYed the sunsets, something that wasn't all that spectacular at the River House!

Bonus pic of Maggie watching the sunset.  :-)

My Labyrinth Journal

I printed out The Labyrinth Journal & had it bound with blank pages at my local office supply store, which makes it a bit hefty. This is what it looks like:

Tabs for the months of the year. And . . . 

The cover is a clear sheet, so I used dimensional paint (Scribbles) & traced the lines of the labyrinth. Easier to stay in the lines!  Plus it looks way cool. 

And yes! So far, I've journaled every day. All 4 in 2012, so far.  :-)

Convo with John Morgan

John's description of the sales woman who assisted him at Nordstrom's: 

She had the Nordstrom Look. You know the kind--some type of pantsuit with a tableclothy thing draped around. 

I'm thinking, Tablecloth?  [insert gentle truck driver laugh]

Yeah, a shawl wrapped around the neck that hangs down, looks long enough to be a tablecloth. 

Oh. 

Maggie on Monday

I've pruned thru a few dog beds, but still have one in every room for Maggie. Like the kitchen:

Where she's not using it. Fortunately, she doesn't get stuck on the slippery floor like Millie used to.  See her right eye-dot raised? So cute. 

I was cleaning/rearranging/organizing my office when Maggie trotted in and planted herself:

Right in the middle of it all!

Hullo.

We interrupt this post for an obligatory photo of Maggie sleeping:

Cuteness.

Sometimes Maggie barks to go out, and then:

And then plants herself with the door open. letting the fresh air in (Il fait frais!) and the warm air out.

Outside by the ramp:

*sniff*  *sniff*

Basking in the winter sun.

Coming back in. Or not. Sometimes she barks and then sits down.

This week she was in the office with me and stood up and barked. I said, "Out?" Her ears prick up and her brow furrows, like they do, and she heads out the door . . . into the bedroom where she barks up at Tabby, who is curled up on my bed. Tabby stands up, makes a trilling noise and leaps down. And they both go outside. If Tabby is outside, I don't always hear that she wants to come in, but Maggie does. She stands in the kitchen barking toward the front door. "Out?" I say. And she stands there. Then I hear Tabby scratching on the door and I go let her in. It took a while before I noticed--but now I'm trained.  ;-)

Minding Your Mitochondria

AWESOME video from Dr. Terry Wahls who reversed her M.S. thru her diet.

Now I'm going to go eat some brussel sprouts. :-)