Spring has sprung at my house, and I couldn’t be happier. My human mommy and I have spent our ninth year together in the garden . . . weeding, trimming, digging, planting, and enjoying the fruits of our labor.
I’ve been Mommy’s Golden green thumb in the garden since I was just a tiny puppy. Before we moved to New Orleans, we had a really big garden. It took days and days and days and days to get it into shape.
Our garden is smaller now–just a few pots and a little groundcover and mulching. In many ways, it’s a much simpler task . . .
. . . and in other ways, it’s more of a challenge. But I’ve been working closely with Tallulah to teach her the ropes and I think she has a bright and sunny future as a Golden gardening assistant.
What’s better than one Golden in the garden? Two Goldens in the garden! Tallulah and I wish you a very happy spring, filled with warm breezes and vibrant blooms. And we wish our human mommy a lifetime of Golden green thumbs in her spring garden. Happy spring!
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?
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. ❤
Did you miss me? I sure missed you. First let me say thank you to everyone who joined me for the October Daily Photo Challenge, and thank you for all of your sweet comments. My human mommy/blogging assistant and I got a bit behind with our replies, but we read and enjoyed each and every single message you shared. After the challenges of daily posts in October, we took a little break in November. And what better place to recharge your blogging batteries than a beautiful beach.
Tallulah and I supervised the humans as they loaded the chariot and we all set out for Dauphin Island, Alabama. It’s slightly more than a two-hour drive from New Orleans, but when we arrived we felt as if we were a world away.
By the time we unloaded the chariot and settled into our home-away-from-home, Mother Nature was welcoming us with a breathtaking sunset.
I gazed out at the Gulf of Mexico and wondered what adventures the next day would bring . . .
. . . and then Tallulah and I crashed.
We were up with the sun the next morning.
Tallulah had her eye on the water . . .
. . . and before long her toes were in the sand. It was nearly impossible to keep Tallulah on dry land. She hopped over and through the waves, proved to us that she really can swim, ran along the beach, and then did it all over again and again.
As for me, I did my best Baywatch lifeguard impersonation and warned Tallulah and my human daddy to stay near the shore. Mommy says I was slightly obnoxious. I prefer to think of myself as a concerned and loving older sister.
Our second sunrise on Dauphin Island hinted at rougher weather to come. The island is no stranger to meteorological challenges. Just weeks before our getaway, Hurricane Nate made a little visit.
The storm’s winds and tidal surge covered the main road with about six feet of sand. The sand has since been plowed to the roadside and will eventually be sifted and returned to the beach, but for now it makes the road feel a bit like a tunnel.
The slightly rougher surf of our second beach day did little to deter Tallulah’s inner mermaid . . .
. . . but the cooler temperatures and overcast skies drove our humans to the beach house’s deck, where I caught up on some much-needed sleep after a busy October and Tallulah kept an eye to the sky as she tracked every single pelican and seagull that flew overhead. The poor girl might be slightly confused about exactly what it means to be a bird dog.
We watched the sun set on our last full Dauphin Island day with a determination to return as soon as possible. The little barrier island off the coast of Alabama was the perfect place to get away from it all and recharge before a busy holiday season . . . and it was the perfect springboard to bet back to blogging.