
Cowboy joins and meets our other Goldens, Tod, Ben, Cougar, Scout, Tucker, Tosh, Logan, Cubby, and Kasey at the Rainbow Bridge.
God speed Cowboy...


The dogs are certainly a comedic source to tell "tails" of! I could write about how they are enjoying the warmer weather...
...and how "in-sync" they can be with one another...But I can't find the words to tell about it...Then there's our cat CC. I could blog about how she never walks on the grass to get across the yard, but walks on the top rail of the fence instead, always stopping at the posts--I love how cats keep their balance and never fall. I could blog about how klutzy I was as a kid and never got picked for anything...But no, I'm just not in the mood to talk about it.
Of course there are the signs of spring to tell about--My daffodils are coming up...
...I could blog about second chances like the one given to me by my Hydrangea. I set it out last year and despite my best effort, it didn't do so well. I was so glad to see that it's coming back this year to give me another chance!
I could post about the wild-life I so love seeing. But again the words elude me to even tell about the 2 owls we are hearing in the early morning hours; I even had one swoop just over me on Wednesday. The Red Wing Black-birds and the Canadian Geese have also returned. This past week we found a deer antler. I wonder if its from the beautiful buck we had around in the fall?

The (American) Robin: 
We even saw a weasel, although I think it's still a bit early for this critter to be out and about--I wonder what woke him up?
With temps above freezing during the day, I noticed today that the Forsythia is also starting to bud.
Another signal of spring is that Charlie, our Wheaten Terrier went today for his "spring-do." I always think I like the shaggy-dog look best, but then he comes back from the groomer and I can see his eyes, and then I think I like that look best!
tely the warmer temps have also brought out of their winter hiding places the "stink-bugs" that we were bombarded with last fall. The ones that found their way inside are now appearing on the floor, the counters, the furniture and even on Carl's painting...Bugs make me a bit squeamish; but I am proud to say that I am picking some of them up and putting them outside--They hate the cold but the birds really love them and have been coming onto the front porch looking for ones we have tossed out. By the way, the ones that don't get picked up, vacuumed or tossed out the door sometimes get eaten by our boy Maguire--I guess they are an acquired taste, none of the other dogs seem to want to sample them!