Well somthing happened to the old blog and it got turned upside down. I’ve had to repost everything again on the new blog… sometimes it’s just not worth it!!!
But hey, I still have more entries than Mike Carroll. Be sure and tell him I said that… 
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Is it snow yet?
Originally published February 8, 2007
This winter has been so odd with the very cold days followed by the very hot days! I prefer warmer weather, but what can you expect in February?
If you are a snow lover, this surely has been a disappointing winter for you. Snow is nice if you can just sit and take it in. Shoveling the driveway always manages to damper the excitement of a snow storm.
Unless you’re in school…
Remember the excitement of waking to find snow on the ground? Or maybe you slept in your inside-out jammies trying to bring on the snow. Gathering around the radio or the TV to hear if your school is named on the “closed” list was the highlight of the morning. Mom was trying to keep us on track but we were determined to wait for the closure news. And when our school was announced, a mighty shout went up. We quickly pulled on our winter clothes and ran outside to play. We would play in the snow all day long!
Those were exciting days! Gone was the thought of homework or gym class or pop quizzes. It was all about the snow, sledding, and making the best snowball!
Funny how the image of a snow shovel changes it all for adults.
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! — just not too much…
Elvis
This is Elvis – the latest addition to our little family. Buddy adopted him last week.
Elvis is getting settled in and is ready for his close
MacArthur
Originally posted November 8, 2007
Unfortunately our little MacArthur was diagnosed with cancer in late August and we had to put him to sleep in October. He was a good little dog and a faithful playmate of Buddy for six years. We miss him.
MacArthur was so well taken care of by Dr. Sasseville at Leesburg Vet. The cancer was just too aggressive and we made the very difficult choice to let MacArthur live out his life in dignity. The chemo treatments and etc. would not have made a difference for him. MacArthur was a dog of great dignity. It was the best thing we could do for him.
We originally adopted MacArthur from the Animal Shelter in Waterford. We were looking for a dog to keep Buddy company when we were at work. Honestly we had a bigger dog in mind.
When we were looking at dogs, the gentleman at the pound kept coming back to MacArthur. (That wasn’t his name at the time.) “What about this dog?” he kept asking us. We finally asked why he was so interested in us taking that dog. It seems that MacArthur’s time was running out at the pound. So we took him.
At first, MacArthur didn’t want to have a thing to do with us. He had a family, who I think he loved, and they gave him up. He was pretty convinced that we were going to give him us as well. We didn’t. As time went on, he became more and more of our pack. He loved Buddy and his Man. (He tolerated me because I fed him.)
Buddy and MacArthur had their own games and rules that Buddy is trying to teach Elvis now. Elvis just doesn’t get the purpose of “chase” or “king of the deck” but Buddy will keep trying to teach him.
MacArthur loved chasing the squirrels and the groundhogs and loved skunks. One summer he was sprayed three times and actually caught a skunk. The skunk baths, which require standing soaking wet with something called “skunk off” rubbed into the fur, were not fun but perhaps worth it.
So MacArthur has moved to a farm in Western Massachusetts. We miss him here but know that he can breathe now and is no longer in pain.
Buddy
Originally posted September 8, 2007
This is Buddy. Buddy likes wine… and beer… But mostly he likes puppy chow.
Buddy is enjoying a nice light Pino Grigio wine that we got from the Leesburg Vintner. Before you get upset, the bottle was empty. Buddy just thinks he drinks wine.
Buddy is MacArthur’s “big brother.” We adopted Buddy in 2000. He was an only child for about a year and then we adopted MacArthur. Those two guys are the best of friends, most of the time. They work well together in ganging up on the squirrels, barking at the mailman and howling at firetrucks.
Buddy is a big baby. He is afraid of about any loud noise; hates the lawnmower and vacuum cleaner. Thunder and fireworks put him into a frenzy. Dr. Strickland had to prescribe anxiety pills for thunderstorms and the 4th of July.
Buddy is a momma’s boy. He likes to snuggle right up against me when he’s scared. He’ll leave The Man alone but he wants his momma. He also loves stuffed dog toys. He carries them around and plays with them until they quit squeaking. Once the squeaker is dead, the “baby” is usually torn apart by Buddy boy with the stuffing spread all over the house.
Buddy loves his Man as well. He thinks he a lap dog and will crawl right up on Tony’s lap whenever he can.
Can you say “spoiled”?
MacArthur
Originally posted September 8, 2007
This is our “little” dog, MacArthur. We rescued MacArthur from the pound in 2001. He was nearing the end of his time at the pound so we brought him home.
At first, he was not thrilled. He had been left at the pound by his first family and was convinced that we were going to break his heart as well. He spent a good bit of his first six months or year with us totally ignoring us.
He loves playing with his big “brother” Buddy. We adopted Buddy from the pound a year earlier.
But MacArthur wasn’t thrilled with the humans in the pack. MacArthur would figure out where we were going to sit for the evening and go into the other room. If we were watching TV, he would be in the dining room laying on the floor.
After some time, he began to realize that we were going to keep him. He went with us to the beach and we brought him home. I guess he figured that, if we were going to bother to bring him home, we would probably keep him.
MacArthur owns Tony. He tolerates me because I feed him. But he prefers Tony for most things. He hates squirrels and has been known to catch a few. He keeps the dreaded squirrel incursion beaten back in our yard.
