Thursday, September 22, 2016

Summer Recap

This has been a hectic summer, but a fun one. Took a lot of trips, Northern Sky Theater, Jefferson Sheep and Wool,  and a trip back home to Maine visit family. Mum and I voluntarily stopped into the Bangor Police Station to see the Duck of Justice. He was taller than he looks on the interwebs. We feel fortunate to be among the last to see him before he went off for his big surgery. Apparently his tail is damaged. Who fixes that, a proctologist? Just hope he's not a quack! Best Wishes on a speedy recovery, DOJ!


On the home front, I turned my black thumb towards a little gardening with Jurassic results. Here you see cucks, summer squash and chard.  


I ate cukes until they were coming out of my ears for a while but alas, this is the last of the summer bounty

I owe my unusual success to Fluffy, the Cat Faced Spider who set up shop in the corner of my patio over the veggies. She did an excellent job keeping the pests away. She was very friendly and non-threatening (towards ME anyway). I have a lot of evidence stacked up that says she ate her much smaller husband, Bob, but Bob was kind of a tool, so I don't hold that against her. I guess she decided he was a pest too!


Unlike when this picture was taken, the cat is out of the bag now...


We have a new furbaby at Chez Bee! This ten pound, 4 year old Chug (Chihuahua/Pug mix) is Sweet Moose Wigglebottom. I got him from a rescue, who got him from a southeastern state where he was on death row. Don't know much about his early life, but he arrived with cigarette burn scars on the inside of both soft and floppy ears so I don't think I really want to know. What I DO know is that he is super snuggly, is a good boy, and will never be hurt again if I can help it. Look at that face! How could you do ANYTHING mean to him?


He and Mr, Cooper have had several Inter Species Peace Summits and are doing really well considering he has only been with is since Sept 11th.  The Personal Space Negotiation Talks between he and I have broken down completely and he now sits on me whenever he wants and sleeps at the end of his burrowed tunnel under the covers at the foot of my bed. It's a small price to pay for all the joy and life he brings

How was YOUR summer?

1 comment:

Michelle said...

Well, I'd say your black thumb turned chartreuse! Welcome to Mr. Sweet Moose Wigglebottom; I'm glad you two found each other. :-D