Isn’t it wonderful when humans take something perfectly ordinary and make it amazingly extraordinary? Like when they dip your plain old dog treat in some yummy canned food? Or when they drop ice cubes in your water bowl?
My human mommy/blogging assistant and I walk every morning. I’m a creature of habit, so we usually take the same two or three basic routes. It gets a little boring for Mommy. Not for me, you understand, because the smells are always different, always enlightening, and always fabulous. But Mommy’s sense of smell isn’t quite as advanced as mine. Therefore, we’re always on the lookout for something extraordinary on our ordinary daily walks.
We recently found a couple of fancy fences in our neighborhood. How wonderful that our neighbors have taken the time to transform something so very ordinary into something extraordinary for us to enjoy. So, as we enter the long holiday weekend, I hope you’ll take the time to look for the extraordinary in all the ordinary around you . . . and let me know what you find. Cheers!
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Morning walks start to be a bit of a challenge this time of year. The sun can feel like it’s three feet from your face. The air is thick with humidity, and the temperature inches closer to 90 with each passing minute. We won’t even talk about the heat index. So my human mommy and I try to escape into the beauty that surrounds us: birds singing in the trees, flowers blossoming from baskets and gardens, and the cheery colors of the homes in our Irish Channel neighborhood. Join us on our walk this morning . . . and feel free to sing along (with a little help from Johnny Nash).
I can see clearly now the rain is gone. / I can see all obstacles in my way. / Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind.
It’s gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshiny day.
Oh, yes I can make it now the pain is gone. / All of the bad feelings have disappeared. / Here is that rainbow I’ve been praying for.
It’s gonna be a bright (bright) bright (bright) sunshiny day.
Look all around, there’s nothing by blue skies. / Look straight ahead there’s nothing but blue skies.
Wishing you plenty of blue skies on this bright sunshiny day!
I know it seems like ages since I teased you with my country breakfast recipes and hinted about the weekend getaway that my sister and I planned. (Click here if you need to refresh your memory.) We did indeed have our trip to the country. Shortly after that, however, my human mommy’s computer had a little meltdown (which was followed by a fairly big meltdown by my human mommy, but we won’t talk about that.) Then, at my otherwise uneventful annual check-up with the vet, we discovered that I had cracked a tooth . . . and that the tooth would have to be extracted. All went well with that little procedure, and I am enjoying the final days of my super yummy canned food. Wonder if I could crack another tooth? (No! Mommy says definitely no.) Finally, my little sister, Tallulah Bee, got “fixed” last week. She was fully recovered 12 hours after coming home, and now we are all looking forward to her getting back to Camp Bow Wow and the neighborhood dog park . . . and being exhausted when she comes home.
So . . . the computer situation has been rectified, my sister and I are fully recovered from our little veterinary procedures, and we are back on track and ready to share pictures and stories from our weekend getaway later this week. It sure feels good to be back in the saddle!
N is for NOLA Brewing Company. In this case, the NOLA stands for New Orleans Lager and Ale, rather than the usual New Orleans, La. At one time, New Orleans was a beer-brewing town. But following Hurricane Katrina, the final brewing operation (Dixie) outsourced its operation to Wisconsin. That didn’t sit well with Kirk Coco, a U.S. Navy veteran and native New Orleanian. Kirk contacted longtime Dixie brewmaster Peter Caddoo . . . and NOLA beer was born. Today NOLA Brewing Company operates from a bright red building on Tchoupitoulas Street just steps away from where I live in the Irish Channel, which is pretty convenient for my humans.
The Tap Room is open every day from 11 a.m. to 11 p.m., with a second-floor deck overlooking the Mississippi River and operations at the Port of New Orleans. While you’re sipping on that NOLA beer, enjoy a little taste of McClure’s BBQ, which operates in the Tap Room. And why not take a tour of the brewery. Tours are offered Saturdays from 2 to 3 p.m. and Sundays from 2 to 4 p.m. . . . but check the NOLA Brewing Company website because sometimes tours are canceled for big New Orleans events like Jazz Fest. So here’s to NOLA Brewing Company, which blazed the trail to bring beer brewing back to the Big Easy. Cheers!
This post is part of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. Please click here for a link to the challenge homepage and a list of the bloggers who are participating. The A to Z Challenge takes a break on Sundays, but I’ll be back on Monday. O where do you think we’re going? Get it? 🙂
C is for Camp Bow Wow. If you’re a human, this one might not be high on your New Orleans sightseeing list. But if you’re a dog, Camp Bow Wow is a must. It’s definitely one of my favorite places in the city. New Orleans has two Camp Bow Wow locations. One is in an area known as Mid-City and the other is in the Irish Channel. My Golden little sister, Tallulah Bee, and I are Irish Channel campers.
Like all of Camp Bow Wow’s day and overnight campers, Tallulah and I had to complete a half-day interview. (My human mommy joked that she felt like the mother of a five-year-old human child interviewing for kindergarten . . . but, even if she won’t admit it, she was a little nervous that we wouldn’t be accepted. Silly Mommy. We aced our interviews.) The counselors–that’s what they call the nice humans at Camp Bow Wow–use the half-day interview to make sure that each dog’s temperament is well-suited to the environment. You wouldn’t want a camper who plays practical jokes on his or fellow campers or one who gets homesick.
Campers are assigned to different indoor-outdoor areas of the facility based on size, and counselors keep an eye on things in each of the areas. Overnight campers have a choice of accommodations: cabins or luxury suites. My sister and I share a cabin on our overnight stays. I have to say I find the cabins to be pretty luxurious, so I can’t imagine what a suite would be like. There are even live webcams of the play areas and suites so doggy parents can keep an eye on their pups. You can click here for a link. WARNING: Camper Cams are totally addictive. If you’re at work or have chores that you need to do, DO NOT click on the link! You’ve been warned. 😉
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A note from Miss Harper Lee’s Mommy . . .
Today my sweet Golden girl is celebrating her seventh birthday. She’s a St. Paddy’s Day pup, living in New Orleans’ Irish Channel neighborhood, and she’s seven wonderful years old. I’d say that’s all pretty lucky, wouldn’t you?
Where in the world have the years gone? It seems like just yesterday this tiny light-colored puppy was sitting by my side in the garden. I couldn’t possibly have asked for a better companion. I wish for at least seven more beautiful years, but I will take every single minute I can get.
So happy birthday to my sweet little Miss Harper Lee, and happy St. Patrick’s Day to her wonderful friends. You’re all a gift, and we are both so happy to “know” you!
I live in an area of New Orleans called the Irish Channel, and I love it! We’re within walking distance of the Garden District–which means lots of strolls past lots and lots of beautiful homes–and Magazine Street runs along the edge of my neighborhood–which means plenty of window shopping on our little outings. There are even a few dog-friendly dining and imbibing establishments . . . nice detours for hungry and thirsty humans and pups. I cannot wait to share my neighborhood with you.
Today my sister, Tallulah, and I are starting your Irish Channel tour with a little playtime in our neighborhood park.
Burke Park is operated by the New Orleans Recreation Development Commission, and it’s tons of fun.
In 2010, the Irish Channel Neighborhood Association worked with the Marriott group of New Orleans to renovate and rejuvenate our little playground. They painted these concrete steps that my sister and I had so much fun playing (and posing) on . . .
. . . and they assembled the playground set that gave us such a super view of our fabulous little oasis.
As much as we enjoyed the colorful steps and the playground set and the hills and all the incredible smells, Tallulah and I had the most fun playing on the fire truck. It reminded us of the real trucks at the neighborhood fire station we visit on our walks. I promise to take you there one day. But I digress. Back to the pretend fire truck in the park.
Silly Tallulah offered to drive home. We had to explain to her that the fire truck isn’t actually real, and even if it were she is far too young to drive. We did promise, however, that we’ll visit the park again very, very soon. I can’t wait!