. . . Tallulah and I celebrated our own little local holiday miracle: the completion of three nightmare traffic projects.
Months ago a small problem developed with the pipes beneath one of our neighborhood streets. Then it got worse, and then it became a major flood. For some odd reason, the humans in charge didn’t seem to have a solution. Just when it seemed the situation couldn’t get more frustrating, there was a natural gas leak in the middle of the night. And that’s when the humans in charge got serious about things. They tore out all the paving for an entire block, installed huge pipes beneath the ground, and covered it all with brand new pavement. The whole ordeal has been such a hassle that Tallulah and I really think the humans living on that block should close the street–just for the evening–and have a blowout celebration.
Our second little local miracle involved a street that has been under construction since before Tallulah was born. When Tallulah came into the world almost five years ago, the city of New Orleans was deep into a major drainage project designed to take water from areas near the Mississippi River, carry it through massive culverts, and eventually drain it into Lake Pontchartrain. Sounds great–and it is great and we’re very thankful and goodness knows the city needed some drainage improvements–but those massive culverts just happened to run beneath the neutral grounds of three very busy Uptown avenues. (New Orleanians call that grassy area between two sides of a street the neutral ground.) It was quite the ongoing nightmare. The one closest to us just happened to be the last to be completed; but days before Christmas, crews finished the striping, opened both lanes of traffic in both directions, and completely sodded the neutral ground for the entire length of the street. Tallulah and I are looking forward to long leisurely strolls on our beautiful new neutral ground.
And to complete the trifecta of traffic project miracles this holiday season, we finally witnessed the repair of the lights at a fairly busy intersection. The lights had been out for what seemed life eons, and reports of accidents and near misses circulated throughout the neighborhood. We were told that the city was waiting for a replacement part, which our human Mommy suspects was being delivered from Mars. And then one day, as she walked home from her errands, she saw the light . . . or rather the traffic lights actually working. She was so excited, she hugged the repairman who was there to do the work. Tallulah and I suspect that was the first hug he ever received for fixing a traffic light.
Tallulah and I are beyond thankful for these local holiday miracles, which are sure to add immeasurably to the safety and enjoyment of our daily walks. Here’s to no more detours in 2019!
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.
Last night, Tallulah and I accompanied our humans on a little stroll to see Ghost Manor. Let me take just a moment to state the obvious: My family really, really needs to step up its SELFIE game. Can you believe that we took literally dozens of selfies and this is the best we have to offer? This selfie is, as the kids would say, definitely not on fleek. But it got just a little embarrassing to continue the attempts as the crowds milled about, so this is what you get. Selfie failure aside, Ghost Manor at night was even better than I’d imagined when we visited a couple of weeks ago in the daytime. (Click here to refresh your memory.) The skeleton quartet serenaded us from the porch. A beautiful lady danced in an upstairs room . . . before she was consumed by flames. And all the while giant eyeballs peered down on us from above. Creepy!
OK, friends, we really need your help. What are your best secrets to capturing the perfect selfie?
A Conversation Between Sisters Based on Today’s October Photo Challenge: TREAT
Tallulah: Hey, Sissy. Don’t turn around, but I think there’s a giant alligator behind us.
Harper Lee: He has some pretty big teeth doesn’t he, Bubba?
Tallulah: You don’t think he’s going to eat us, do you?
Harper Lee: He does kind of look like he’s ready for a tasty Golden treat.
Final Update on Nate: Speaking of a nice treat, Hurricane Nate came and went last night and left us with a glorious morning for our daily walk. The storm passed just to our east. The mayor lifted our 7 p.m. curfew less than two hours after it started. And, best of all, we never lost power. We had a bit of wind and rain, but nothing compared to what those in Nate’s direct path saw. Here’s hoping that this year’s hurricane season has had its last hurrah. This one has been brutal and Tallulah and I say enough is enough. We need more treats and fewer tricks from Mother Nature. Wishing you clear skies in the week to come!
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!
. . . alligator!
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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!