Where is Maisy?

Hey kids. Where is Maisy?

"Don't know and don't care"  - Shanti

"Huh. Are you talking to me?"  -Sam

"I thought you WERE Maisy driving.  I can't see but you smell like her." - Buddy

"I jumped into the back seat and she is not in the truck bed." -Sam

(I came back here because I have gas)

"I don't see her outside running along side us mom.  I am just trying to enjoy a little ME time."- Shanti
"Dang, you fooled me again. That is not YOU Maisy, driving the truck?" - Buddy

"I am here momma, in the corner of the back seat. See me?  It got too crowded up front"- Maisy

(Pssst, can you sneak me a fry?)

One day.

You live your life. A good life or so you think. Then one day you wake up and really take a hard look around.

You are living out of a crate, near a pier and smell like day old fish. Yea, you still have your looks but how long will that last.  You ask yourself..."How did I get here?" and "Why am I living this way?" "Who the hell's red crate is this anyway?"  

-Maltese by the water in Charleston

When do you think we get to leave?

I am sure this is the way out. I saw mom leave this way and I will not rest until I know she is coming back. Do you think that bright light is her returning for us? Shanti and Samson

(Please come get us mom.  We don't know what to do without you....well, except to tear this place up in our anguish).

Ok, so you caught me reworking your blog...

Really, you must make this stuff up. It never happened like that. - Tootsie (in my chair)

Lapdog, top dog, love-me dog

Sam weighs about 70 lbs and thinks he is a puppy still or a small lapdog.  Everyone that visits is subject to his lovable way of maneuvering onto their lap.

I am not too heavy am I? - Samson

Buddy McCluskey

Well, like all my dogs, they get various nick names so today he is Buddy McCluskey.  I love this new little guy in my life. It is amazing and fun to watch him make his way in a new house, with new dogs and new surroundings being blind.  One morning I was running around getting things done and put on my headphones to listen to my dance music to keep the pace going.  Buddy does not understand. His past owners obviously did not use headphones and sing out loud as they walked around the house.  Buddy just keeps following me and bumping into me.   I tell him I am "singing and not yelling".  He looks back at me and says "I am already blind.  You want me to go deaf too?"

What IS that? Are you howling mom and why?- Buddy

It is all a matter of perspective....

Recently I was out for my normal golf cart ride around the hood.  Like the picture below but let me paint a clearer picture of that day.  It was misty outside/ominous.  Shanti and Sam leashes where in my left hand because I hold them because they run beside the cart for exercise.  Maisy is in the floor board; I hold her with my knees and work the pedals when she lets me.  Buddy is beside me on the bench, wrapped up in a towel to keep warm as his superman cape is not enough. I have on my house slippers (after all, I am not running for god's sake) which are pink, green sweat pants and a purple jacket to keep warm. I have on a hood and gloves, and a camera around my neck. Why the camera? So as I ride around the area I can take pictures of whatever looks interesting.  

All I see is a maltese and poodle with their mom (nothing if this were a game of cards). A pair of beautiful German Shepards (royal pair).  A neighbor who tells me when I go running I really should not be out after dark as she almost hit me (she is right, but no worries folks, I never take my dogs out when I cannot see). She is the queen of hearts.  And here I come, a full house, a royal flush. Or a motley crew. All depends on how you see it.