A note from Miss Harper Lee’s humans . . .
We spent St. Patrick’s Day on Cloud Nine because today we celebrated Miss Harper Lee’s ninth birthday. We’re counting on a little luck of the Irish to bring us many more happy and healthy years with our sweet girl. Cheers to you, Miss Lee. You fill our home with joy and love and peace . . . and you mean more to us than we could ever express.
It’s been a minute . . . or two . . . since I’ve seen you. When last we visited, the new year had just begun and I shared those silly resolutions that my human mommy had for me. No worries; that foolishness didn’t last through the first week of 2018. So what in the world have I been doing for the past couple of months?
Baby New Year played a cruel trick on us in early January with an unusually cold blast of Arctic air. Our lows dipped into the 20s for several nights in a row and the highs didn’t get above freezing. I know that doesn’t sound too impressive to my friends in colder climates, but for a couple of southern Golden girls living in New Orleans, Louisiana, it was pretty chilly. We had ice on the sidewalks and broken water pipes throughout the city. On the positive side, Tallulah and I were cordially invited by the humans to join them in their bed. Turns out Golden Retrievers can be super heat generators and quite in demand during severe cold snaps.
Fortunately, that cold snap didn’t last very long and by late January Tallulah and I were out on the town. We joined the humans for a day in the French Quarter in honor of our city’s 300th birthday. Here in New Orleans we love a party, so we’ll be celebrating throughout the year.
By early February, the humans were deep into Mardi Gras madness. We didn’t see them much. It seems like every time Tallulah and I woke up from a nap, they were headed out the door to another parade. And when we did see them, we hardly recognized them. It was just a blur of wigs, sequins, and beads.
As soon as the last piece of king cake was consumed and all the Mardi Gras decorations were safely stored, the humans packed their bags and flew south . . . all the way to Hotel Punta Islita in Costa Rica. They awoke to this magnificent view every day, spent hours on the beach, kayaked to the ocean, learned about macaw rescue and howler monkey habits, and generally fell in love with the country and its people. Mommy said the only thing that could possibly have made their trip better would have been a couple of Golden Retrievers. I’m assuming she meant Tallulah and me.
The humans returned from their getaway just in time to join me at the my Visiting Pet Program annual meeting and picnic. My fellow volunteers and I devote the year to bringing love and leaving smiles at nursing facilities, hospitals, summer camps, universities, and conventions. Tara’s Toast to Volunteers gives us an opportunity to celebrate the people and pets that make the program such a success. This year, we got to ham it up in a photo booth and visit with a pet psychic. She told my humans that I’ve lived many lives, which has helped to make me very wise. I think she nailed it.
So now you know what I’ve been doing. I’ve missed you, and I’m eager to catch up. What have you been doing?
It’s that time again. Humans across the globe have made resolutions for the new year. Be honest, humans. You’ve already blown a few, right? 😉 Well, this was the look on my face when my human mommy uttered these horrifying words to me on January 1: I have a few resolutions for you and Tallulah Bee, Miss Harper Lee. What?!?!?!? We’ll just see about that.
Resolution #1: No more dogs on the couch. This is just silly. First of all, Tallulah and I only get on the couch after our special blanket has been spread. And we only get on the couch after we’ve been invited. And we leave just enough room for one human to join us. The fact that there are two humans in our house is a minor technicality. Resolution #1 lasted approximately 8 hours, 36 minutes, and 7 seconds. That’s when the humans realized that we were in for several days of unusually frigid temperatures. At about they same time, they realized that two Golden Retrievers can give off a lot of heat. In a snap, Tallulah and I were cordially invited to join our humans in a little evening snuggle on the couch. We even managed to make room for both humans. We’re pretty sure this no-dogs-on-the-couch foolishness is a thing of the past . . . at least until the temperatures start to rise.
Resolution #2: No dinner before 5 p.m. Well, this one just made me laugh. You see, Tallulah and I have strong powers of persuasion. Tallulah has a way of climbing into a human lap that makes her completely impossible to ignore . . . after all, she does weight 62 pounds. And I have a certain stare that is beyond intimidating and frighteningly penetrating. That stare helped to ensure that our dinner on January 1 was served at 2:38 p.m. Resolution #2? Down!
Resolution #3: No more dogs in the kitchen during meal (or cocktail) preparation. Apparently, it’s not easy to maneuver in a relatively small kitchen with two Golden Retrievers in close proximity. If you ask me, the humans simply don’t appreciate the benefits of having dogs in the kitchen. They think that having to step over us as we lounge in the middle of the floor is some sort of inconvenience. They should look at it as exercise. Isn’t that what all the humans want to do more of at the start of each year? And don’t forget the cleaning benefits of having a dog in the kitchen. It’s been scientifically proven that having at least one dog in the kitchen decreases the need to mop the floor by 86.4 percent. Well, maybe that hasn’t actually been proven by science, but I can guarantee you that the smallest morsel of dropped human food is all-but-immediately consumed when Tallulah and I are on kitchen watch. Mommy needs to consider that before enacting her silly kitchen ban. Resolution #3 doesn’t stand a chance.
Resolution #4: No more obnoxious barking at the gate. What? Us? Obnoxious at the gate? Despite our totally innocent faces in this photo, Tallulah and I can get a little loud when we’re posted in our favorite lookout position. But we have a lot to say. We like to offer a hearty greeting to every single human and dog passing by. It’s not “obnoxious.” It’s “outgoing.” And if, on the very rare chance, a somewhat questionable human or dog should pass, Tallulah and I are just doing our job: protecting our domain. Hey, humans, you pay a security company actual dollars to do the very same thing that Tallulah and I are willing to do for just a few treats a day. Think about it. Yep, pretty sure this resolution is doomed.
So what about you? Did you make one or two resolutions for the new year? How’s that working for you?
Oops . . . looks like I started my New Year’s Eve celebration a bit too early. It’s ok . . . I’m not driving. 😉 Thank you all so very much for joining me on my 2017 journey and for inviting me to share your year. Wishing you a Happy New Year’s Eve and all the best in 2018! With much love,
Miss Harper Lee
Tallulah and I join our humans
in sending Merry Christmas wishes
to friends far and near
and a 2018 filled with cheer!
Love, Miss Harper Lee
It’s that time of year again. Pet parents–aka pawrents–around the globe are struggling to capture the furrier members of their families in that perfect holiday pose. Can you sense the worldwide stress?
It was all so much easier before Tallulah Bee joined our family. I sat. I posed. My human mommy/personal photographer snapped. And the Christmas photo was complete. (Click here, here, and here to see some of my photos from Christmases past.)
This is Tallulah’s third Christmas, so you would think that my little sister would have the hang of it by now. Think again. She managed to stick her tongue out for at least half of the attempts.
And when her tongue wasn’t sticking out, her eyes were closed.
Okay, I was a little guilty of that offense too. By the way, Mommy realized too late that she probably should have pulled that weed before the photo shoot started. Seeing it in photo after photo helps Tallulah feel slightly better knowing that she wasn’t the only obstacle to capturing the perfect holiday picture.
It was all oh so tiring for a seasoned professional like me.
We eventually got the perfect shot . . . or the this-will-have-to-do-because-we’re-running-out-of-time-and-it-probably-won’t-get-any-better-than-this photo. Clearly, this was not it. Just like those packages under the tree, you’ll have to wait for Christmas morning to see the final product. I think it will be worth the wait . . . and the effort!
Footnote: Our special Christmas bandanas are from our friends at Geaux Fideaux Pet Accessories and Bandanas. It’s not too late to peruse their holiday collections and order your very own beautiful bandanas. They also have college colors, spring looks, summer styles, and more. Click here to take a look.
Earlier this week, the weather humans started predicting doom and gloom: days and days of cold, cloudy, windy, rainy, sleety, and even possibly snowy days. Not your typical New Orleans forecast. When Santa saw what Tallulah and I faced, he made a special early delivery just for us.
Our Christmas beds arrived Tuesday, and Tallulah and could not possibly be happier . . . or more comfy, cozy, and warm.
It’s as if I’m sleeping on a cloud. Santa even brought a third bed that stays in the bedroom. I get to sleep on that one at night. It’s just for me. No sharing with Tallulah . . . just like when I was an only dog and didn’t have to share. Santa is such a great guy.
We’ll have cold temps through next week, but at least the sun should come back to see us by this weekend. Until then, Tallulah and I will enjoy our early Christmas presents as we dream about Santa.
“Wait a minute,” Tallulah said. “Santa’s still coming back on Christmas Eve to bring more stuff, right?” Yes, Tallulah, Santa will be here again. You can go back to sleep.
I wish you a perfectly peaceful weekend . . . and sweet dreams. ❤