A note from Harper Lee’s mommy . . .
Today is Miss Harper Lee’s eighth birthday. She and I celebrated a little earlier this week–just the two of us–with a visit to the edge of the Mississippi River. We watched the barges travel up and down the river, she watched the squirrels travel up and down the trees, and we reflected on eight great years.
I couldn’t have asked for a more amazing dog. She’s sweet and smart and eager to please, and she’s been all of those things every day since the first day her human daddy and I met her.
She has an amazing ability to connect with people. Through the Visiting Pet Program, she goes to nursing homes, universities, summer camps for children with special needs, and shelters for people forced from their homes by natural disasters. She immediately brings smiles to people’s faces. When they pet her, they all say the same thing: “She’s so soft.”
As much as I try to deny it, eight is sort of getting up there for a Golden Retriever. I have no idea how many more years we have ahead of us, but I do have a promise for my sweet girl: Your health and happiness will be my priority, and I will make every day an adventure filled with love.
Happy eighth birthday, Miss Harper Lee!
Yesterday my sister, Tallulah, and I took our first trip to New Orleans’ beautiful Crescent Park along the mighty Mississippi River. It was beyond fabulous . . . if more than just a wee bit warm.
As we walked down the paths, we greeted other walkers, joggers, and bikers. We even saw a few dogs out for their morning stroll. But the most amazing sight was the incredible view of our wonderful new hometown’s skyline. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. My sister was more interested in the treats my human mommy was using to get us to pose for photos.
The park makes use of two former industrial wharves. One is now called the Mandeville Shed, a covered open-air event space. The other is called Piety Wharf and offers a view of New Orleans, Algiers, and traffic up and down the river.
We stopped at Mandeville Ellipse to enjoy a little grass time. For a couple of urban dogs, this area was heaven . . . although we were slightly distracted by the huge ship behind is. What if that thing was completely filled with dog treats? Tallulah and I briefly considered becoming pirates.
But we thought better of it and continued along the path so we could enjoy the gardens. The park has 20 acres of indigenous landscaping, which we enjoyed almost as much as the butterflies, bees, and dragonflies. We even got to see a train traveling along the tracks just beyond the park’s fence. We were far less interested in the train then my mommy thought we would be.
We made it as far as Desire Street before turning around to head back home. We’ll definitely return to Crescent Park on a beautiful and cool autumn day. I hear there’s a dog park that we still need to explore.
My blog posting and reading has been a bit sporadic–to say the least–lately. Well, I have put my foot down and told my human mommy/blogging assistant that enough is enough. No more excuses. No more, “I’m so busy getting the house ready to move/packing to move/getting settled after moving.” No more, “Tallulah is a puppy and she needs my undivided attention.” No more, “This computer is new and I can’t figure out how to work it.” It’s the day after Labor Day and it’s time to get back to work!
Also, Mommy wants everyone to know that she “borrowed” the title for this blog post. It comes from a wonderful book about New Orleans called Beautiful Crescent: A History of New Orleans. If you’re planning a trip to our fair city, or if you’re just in love with the Big Easy, this is a must read!