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Head of the Class
We celebrated Mavis’s five-month birthday on June 19th with a new swimming pool. She loved playing with the hose as I filled it, splashed around in it for maybe ten minutes afterward, and then never went back. I emptied it two days later. We’ll try again. Getting towel-dried was the fun part for her. She’ll…
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Better Late…
My garden plans were disrupted early this season by drought, Tootsie’s demise, and the arrival of Mavis. With few exceptions, two flats of seedlings started indoors in early February didn’t make it. I never got around to planting two or three more flats. Even so, I do have a bit of a garden. When rain…
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Puppy Love
We celebrated Mavis’s four-month birthday May 19th. She’s had all of her shots and doesn’t need to return to the vet until this time next year. According to her DNA results, she’s 27.2% pit bull, 24.7% Australian shepherd, 22% super mutt, 20.6% Labrador retriever, and 5% boxer. My 20-pound puppy is likely to weigh 40…
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Garden Omens
Success in the annual garden stems from a good start. Planting seeds, caring for seedlings, and preparing planting beds for the season keeps me busy from January to May. Anything planted much later is unlikely to survive a Georgia summer without nearly constant watering. Things started off well enough. I ordered seed in January, started…
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Mavis!
A great friend drove me to Lawrenceville this past Friday afternoon to pick up Mavis. Folks in the waiting room had come for one of Mavis’s siblings. Apparently, the adopted pup was their second choice–behind Mavis. Mavis was the last pup they brought out. Like her sisters, she was in a cone. I’m glad. Without…
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Training Preparations
I didn’t need to train Toodles, my first dog. Andy trained Tico (her older brother), and Toodles followed his lead. She was a good girl with no bad habits who never got in trouble. I adored her, but would never describe her as “fun”. Training Tootsie was entirely my responsibility. I was able to spend…
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RIP Tootsie
My sweet chi-weenie crossed the rainbow bridge Wednesday night. She would have been four years old in June. Losing her is quite a shock. The last month of her life was difficult. We were constant companions and had never been apart for more than a few hours before the last month. Nobody thought we were…