The Singing Bird Clock

Posted on February 1, 2016 by Sheila Moss

birdThe other day I was strolling along in the local discount mart when what should I spy but a “Singing Bird Clock.” Wow, for under $20 this was a deal, a genuine, plastic, Singing Bird Clock, approved by the Audubon Society, as seen on TV. I could hardly control my enthusiasm.

I’ve always loved birds, especially the colorful backyard variety. I’ve put up bird feeders, bought sunflower seed, even studied a pocket guide to try and identify my favorites. I’ve never quite been involved enough to take a course, go out with field glasses to bird watch, or anything more radical. But, birds can be beautiful and their songs are enjoyable to hear.

Yep, a Singing Bird Clock would be a lovely addition to my home I decided as I chunked it into my shopping cart.

Now in case you should be one of the very few people in the world who has not seen a commercial on TV for a Singing Bird Clock, let me explain how it works. It is sort of like a regular clock to a point. The numbers have been replaced with pictures of birds, and when the clock strikes the hour, the bird sings. Pretty cute, huh? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Kind of a modern version of a cuckoo clock – except this cuckoo brought friends.

The bird sounds are, to the clock maker’s credit, very authentic recordings of actual birds calls. It must have been hell getting them into a recording studio and up to the microphone, but that’s another story.

Anyhow, the bird clock was hung in the den, and I could hardly wait for the hour to strike so I could hear the birds sing. And sing they did… and sing… and sing… and sing… every hour… all day… every day… day after day… rain or shine… There is a mockingbird, a chickadee, a cardinal, a woodpecker (Yes!), a goose, a wren, a robin, a sparrow, a kingfisher, a titmouse, an oriole, and last, but far from least — believe me — a great horned owl.

They seem to have a knack for singing at the time when I least expect it. Imagine being deep in thought and suddenly having a goose honk out at you, or being in another room and hearing a terrible commotion only to realize it is just the clock reaching the hour and a kingfisher joyfully celebrating the occasion.

Well, I’m not sure how much more joyful celebrating I’m going to be able to stand. The dog runs to the clock every time it chirps wondering what in the world this noise is all about. The cat, strangely, is unaffected and seems to take it in stride and ignore it. Being a longtime bird watcher and practically a card-carrying member of the Audubon Club, I think, perhaps, she instinctively knows the difference between a real bird and a recorded message.

The only redeeming feature of this warbling tick-tock is a light sensor that prevents it from singing all night. Kind of makes me wonder if the makers didn’t have a hunch that it might become a pest.

Well, I’d really love to write more, but it’s half past the titmouse and soon going to strike the oriole. I’m in a great hurry to turn out the light and put my feathered friends to sleep for the night.

For some reason I have a feeling that Singing Bird Clocks may be a very popular item at garage sales soon. If you want one, you can probably get it for a song.

©1998

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Blessings Revisited

Posted on January 31, 2016 by Sheila Moss

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May the road rise to meet you, may the wind be always at your back, may the sun shine warmly upon your face, and the rain fall soft upon your fields, and until we meet again, may the Lord hold you in the hollow of His hand.

This is an old Gaelic blessing often quoted. Many such classic blessings are inspirational and reflect the qualities of the folk represented. While the traditional blessing is nice enough, as far as it goes, it just doesn’t go far enough. So we are going to add a few more blessings of our own. . . just to be sure that the actual needs are all covered:

May the wind at your back never mess up your hair,

May the icy road not slide out from under your car,

May your furnace be warm and your gas or electric bill low,

May the snow fall soft upon the fields, but not upon your driveway,

May your snow shovel not break and your salt supply be plentiful,

May your car start in the morning and your door locks not be frozen,

May the check out lines at the grocery store be short,

May your credit be good and your credit card never exceed the limit,

May your appliances never break down and your water pipes never freeze,

May your medical tests all be negative and your attitude positive,

May your zippers always zip and your buttons never fall off,

May your clothes never get too tight and may you never need to diet or exercise,

May you always remember to let the dog outside for his potty time.

May you remember to floss when you brush and to squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom.

May you never run out of milk or bread in the middle of the week,

May your coffee pot never be empty and your coffee canister always full,

May you always have clean underwear in the morning,

May your children and grandchildren remember to flush,

May you always be able to remember where you left the car keys,

May your purchases all fit and never need to be returned,

May you always be able to find a parking place at the mall,

May the drive-thru bank window never be closed and the teller machine never run out of money,

May your hard drive never crash and your Wi-Fi never disconnected,

May your advice be appreciated and never ignored,

May your feet never ache and your nose never run,

And until we meet again, may God hold you in his hand, and if he sneezes, may he remember to use a handkerchief.

©2001 Sheila Moss
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SpamWham™ Activation Notice

Posted on January 30, 2016 by Sheila Moss

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A small, nearly invisible SpamWham! ™ filter on your postal mailbox can also check and sort your snail mail, automatically removing legitimate letters while flipping AOL CD disks into the trash can unopened. It can open and shred up commercial junk mail messages, stuff them into the return envelopes, and stamp them “Return to Sender – Postage Collect”.

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Please note that we provide the SpamWham! ™ Filtering and Deletion System as a service to our users. If users do not want to use the service, they may opt-out. We make no warranties and disclaim any liability in connection with your use or inability to use this service.

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©2002 Sheila Moss
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Sacking the Superbowl

Posted on January 29, 2016 by Sheila Moss

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The SuperBowl is a media event that includes pre-game entertainment, a star-studded half-time show, celebrity interviews, a week of media blitz, and unprecedented commercial extravaganza.

There is also a football game.

The SuperBowl hype starts weeks early so that everyone can have an opportunity to stock up on beer, snacks, and T-shirts with the name of their favorite team or player.  A few people will actually watch TV to see the football game, but most people watch primarily to see the newly produced commercials.

The SuperBowl attracts a larger viewing audience than any other television program. Because it is a prime time sporting event, it is considered family entertainment. People complain actively when they think prime time programming is not suitable for children, which make sponsors nervous. People do not complain about the violence of football, however, especially if a member of the opposing team is being sacked.

The  reason that people like to watch the SuperBowl on television is because they cannot get tickets to the game.  Tickets are distributed by a lottery method and not through regular ticket agents. However, tailgate parties are not allowed on SuperBowl parking lots, and that’s the main reason for going to an actual game anyhow.

Companies spend millions of dollars to sponsor commercials during the SuperBowl because of the large audience watching.  This is another one of the reasons why the SuperBowl is considered important.  It promotes crass commercialism and is good for the American economy.

SuperBowls are popular for a number of reasons, but women like them mainly because they signal the end of the football season, which means husbands can return to doing activities other than spending the weekend in front of the television set.  Parents like the SuperBowl because it teaches children valuable lessons they can use later in life like how to read Roman numerals and how to tackle other kids on the playground.

Some people attend SuperBowl parties to watch the game with friends.  Such parties are especially popular with members of fantasy football leagues. Playing fantasy football is a macho pastime whereby league members pick players from various teams to form an imaginary team. Scoring is based on points for yards run, passes completed, and touchdowns scored. Only a computer can understand who actually wins.

The SuperBowl traditionally uses Roman numerals for naming the games.  We are not sure why but think it has something to with gladiators and stadiums. They are not using Roman numerals for scoring, thank goodness.  Even a computer could not figure that out.

The media hype starts even before the final two teams that will play in the SuperBowl have been determined and reaches a crescendo the week of the game. Both SuperBowl winners and losers will receive SuperBowl rings for playing. Women do not receive rings for putting up with a season of football, however.

The SuperBowl is held in various cities, which bid on the opportunity to have it because of the publicity and the tourism that it creates.  It used to be held at the last of January, but lately it has been the first week of February instead.  The reason it was moved to February is because this is closer to Valentine’s Day and gives men the opportunity to buy something romantic for the woman in their life to try to make up for ignoring them for seven months.

The important thing to remember about the SuperBowl is that there is actually a football game involved.  Promoters are working hard on eliminating that distraction and only having four quarters of prime time commercials with media blitz, pre-event activities and an extravagant halftime show.

©2005 Sheila Moss
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Playing the Comb

Posted on January 28, 2016 by Sheila Moss
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Now, I’ve never been very musical. I tried to learn to play a guitar, even took lessons once and learned a few chords, which I soon forgot. Learning to play a musical instrument is hard if you’ve never tried it.

However, I can play a comb.

It is surprising how many people don’t know anything about playing a comb. But, this is what you do. Get a comb, any size or style; wrap it with waxed paper; put it on your mouth and sort of hum so the paper vibrates. You can do it. The beautiful thing about playing the comb is that anybody can do it.

Since wax paper has gone out of style these days, it might be hard to find any. It used to be popular for wrapping sandwiches, but that was in the days before zip-lock bags, plastic wraps, and press-and-seal paper. They say you can use tissue paper. I’ve never tried it because it seems to me that it would get wet and soggy. Wax paper is better for playing the comb.

Why in the world would anyone want to play a comb, you wonder? Because, it is fun! Just try to play a comb without stopping to laugh. I’ll bet you can’t do it! Imagine an entire group of comb players humming out a tune. Playing the comb brings joy to your soul. You need no training and can play any sort of music, from country to classic. It’s as versatile as the human voice.

Kids, of course, are the biggest comb-playing group. They love anything that makes noise. The buzzing sound produced when playing the comb probably sounds much better to the player than to the listener. However, than can be said for a lot of instruments.

You don’t find a lot of comb-playing bands. They are discriminated against as a group. You also don’t find many recordings of comb players. I’ll venture out on a limb here and guess that there has probably never been a single comb player in the top 100 hits.

They tell me that the “real” instrument most similar to a comb is the kazoo. A kazoo looks somewhat like a child’s plastic flute, but is played more like a comb, producing the same buzzing vibration that is made by playing the comb. I’ve never played a kazoo. Somehow, I have a feeling I would like it, though.

When researching this article, I got on the computer and found plastic kazoos on Amazon for under $1, all colors. I ordered three. I figured at that price they could not be expected to last long and I might need several. There are also metal and plastic ones, but I thought I’d try the cheap ones first.

Even though I’m willing to give it a try, I don’t know that I really need to learn to play a kazoo, though, when I can play the comb. All I have to do to play the comb is look for my instrument on the dresser or in the drawer of the bathroom vanity. I hope when you read this article, you will feel challenged to try playing the comb. It is really quite satisfying, like singing in the shower. And, if you can’t carry a tune, well, no one will notice — another great thing about playing the comb.

There are other non-conventional instruments, of course. Some folks play spoons, washboards, and even tubs. They form groups called “kitchen bands.” Do you suppose kitchen bands might accept someone who plays the comb, or do they also shun them?

 I am wondering, what will I do when I get to heaven. Will I have to be able to play a harp? Or, do you suppose that they allow angels who can only play the comb?

©2008 Sheila Moss
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My Cat is a Junkie

Posted on January 27, 2016 by Sheila Moss
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“My name is Frisky and I’m a catnip addict”.

It must have been a stroke of genius when my grandson named her Frisky. I have to admit, the current problem is at least partly my fault, so I can’t in good conscious say too much. Nevertheless, a normal cat would not behave this way. Frisky, of course, is not a normal cat.

It all started when I was watching that program “My Cat from Hell” on television. The animal behaviorist said that cats want something green to nibble on and suggested providing them with a planter of cat grass. My mistake was when I decided to plant catnip instead of grass. All cats like catnip, don’t they?

I should have known. I once planted some catnip in my herb garden. Cats from miles around came to visit. It became such a nuisance after a while that I pulled it up, but being from the mint family, it is hard to get rid of, like a weed. It took years to eradicate it completely.

This time, however, I would plant it in a pot so it could be contained. In only a few days the seed sprouted and the plants quickly grew to be several inches tall. Either the plants didn’t like the container or it was the unseasonably hot weather, but the plants wilted and could not be revived.

My daughter was disappointed. She stripped the dry leaves from the dead plants into a plastic baggie as “Cats like dried catnip,” she assured me.

Frisky was especially naughty the next morning, knocking a jigsaw puzzle that the grandkids had been working on for days off the table and onto the floor. We thought it was only Frisky being frisky.

However, it was a bit more. Frisky was nipping on the catnip. She had jumped to the kitchen counter, where she is not normally allowed, chewed the plastic bag open and apparently sniffed weed until she was high.

I found out too late that catnip is actually pretty potent. Some people call it cat marijuana. I had no idea that cats can go crazy over it.

Felines are affected by the smell of the catnip which has oil in it similar to eucalyptus. When the leaves are crushed, even more of the scent is released. Cats usually react by rolling around and becoming playful. It is supposedly not harmful.

Frisky scattered catnip all over the kitchen. She knocked the cat food off the counter and turned over a large container of kitchen utensils. She staggered to the kitchen sink where she knocked a soap bottle and other items into the sink. Then she wobbled over and smacked a package of donuts to the floor.

I suppose in her imbibed state she thought she could fly, as she leapt to the top of the kitchen cabinets and rearranged all the decorative baskets there. When my daughter investigated the commotion, she found Frisky on top of the refrigerator, denying everything.

We are harboring a feline drug addict. As I said in the beginning, I am an enabler for planting catnip in the first place. I had no idea it would cause all this.

In case you are wondering, catnip only affects cats. It does not have the same effect on people. I looked it up to be sure before writing this column. It will only make you sleepy. So, if you are heading to the garden shop to buy catnip seeds, forget it.

I caught Frisky on the kitchen counter again this morning, undoubtedly looking for her fix. I do not need a cat that is a pot-head. She is busted.

If you happen to hear of a 12-step program for cats, please let me know. She is going on the wagon.

©2013 Sheila Moss
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Chocolate Chip Cookies

Posted on January 26, 2016 by Sheila Moss

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This oatmeal version makes chocolate chip cookies that are large and chewy; nothing like the ones in packages at the store. Only a small amount of expertise is needed and the results are well worth the effort.

  1. Find the recipe. Oatmeal companies have conveniently printed it right on their box, so you won’t have to dig through all the yellow, disintegrating recipes that have accumulated through the years. Plan to make a double batch as they go quickly.

  2. Blend 3/4 cup shortening with 1-cup brown sugar and ½ cup of sugar. Use a mixer to make this process easier. Did you make sure the brown sugar was soft so that the mixer would not sling it all over the wall? Stop and clean the wall. If that stuff gets hard, it is like concrete, and you will really have a mess.

  3. Now add ¼ cup of water. You did use margarine, didn’t you, instead of the stuff that comes in a can? If not, the cookies are going to taste greasy and stick to the roof of your mouth. If you did not use margarine, return to Step #1. While you are at the store, buy real margarine – but not the soft kind; it has water in it. Thank goodness I warned you! That’s what you were going to get, isn’t it?

  4. Okay, did you add the egg? Pick out any eggshell. I know it is a source of calcium, but we are talking cookies here, not health food. Add 1 teaspoon of vanilla. Do not nip any on the side, regardless of the temptation. It has high alcohol content, and we don’t want to make any more stupid mistakes.

  5. Add 1 cup of sifted flour and 1 teaspoon of baking soda. You can use the mixer again, but remember what happened last time. Wait! Blend it in before you turn on the mixer. Oh, no! WOW, look at that dust cloud! I never knew flour could create a mushroom cloud.

  6. After the flour is blended, you are ready for the oatmeal. Measure 3 cups. If there is a little bit left over, just throw that in too. Forget the spoon and dig in with your hands and squish.

  7. When blended, throw in a bag of chocolate chips. Use a lot, regardless of what the recipe says about adding one cup.

  8. Oven should be heated to 350 degrees. Don’t tell me – let me guess. You forgot to turn on the oven, didn’t you? Argh! What ever made you try to bake cookies? Do you even have a cookie sheet? That figures! Well, forget going to the store at this point. Go borrow a couple from the neighbors. They won’t mind since they figure you’ll bring some cookies when you return them.

  9. Grease the cookie sheets. I know the recipe says not to. Just listen to me; I KNOW! Drop batter in small spoonfuls on the cookie sheet and place in oven for 12-15 minutes. While cookies bake, clean kitchen. Set timer on oven.

  10. What’s that smell? I told you to set the timer! Okay, okay, I hope you doubled the recipe just in case. Just throw those burned ones out for the birds. “Here birdie, birdie, birdie.”

  11. Let’s try again. Turn the oven down and watch it carefully. Remember, I said SMALL spoonfuls! Good. We do not want them to turn into one large cookie, do we? Do not leave the room; do not clean the kitchen; do not go to the bathroom. When timer goes off, remove the first batch. Don’t they smell good? Wait! Let them cool a bit before you try to remove them. Fix the second batch on the other cookie sheet and place in oven while you wait.

  12. Okay, with a metal spatula, carefully remove baked cookies. Careful! Well, just eat your mistakes. Broken cookies have no calories. Be sure to watch that second batch in the oven. Whadda ya mean, “Uh, Oh!?”

  13. FIRE! FIRE! Dial 911!

  14. After the fire department leaves and the smoke clears, clean oven, mop kitchen floor, clean walls, wash curtains. Go to store and buy a couple packages of chocolate chips cookies. You’d better just leave the cookie baking to the elves from now on. Throw a bit of flour in your hair; at least you’ll look like a cook.

©2000 Sheila Moss
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Man Flu

Posted on January 25, 2016 by Sheila Moss

cold medsWhen a man is sick, he wants everyone to know it. “Cough, cough,” said Honey. I didn’t respond.

“COUGH, COUGH!”

“Are you sick?” I asked. “Yes,” he responded weakly. But being a male, he decided he would go to work anyhow and share his germs with others.

About noon my cell phone rang. “I’m sick. Cough, cough. I think I will go home. Cough, cough.”

We ride to work together. “How will I get home?”

“I guess I will have to come back and get you. Cough, cough.”

“Why don’t you get some cough syrup?” I asked. Men never think of taking medicine when they are sick.

“Okay, I will ask the pharmacist what is good for a cough.”

“COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!” He woke me up that night coughing and complaining.

“Did you take your cough medicine?” Men apparently do not know that cough medicine does not work unless you use it.

I got up to get him a pill for congestion, a pill for coughing, and cup of hot tea, so he could sleep and I could sleep. Men are totally helpless when they are sick. Obviously, this is a life-threatening case of man flu.

“You need to get up for a while so your sinus congestion will clear.” I meant for him to stay up about an hour. He stayed up all night coughing and watching television.

The next day he decided he could not make it to work, so he stayed home to sleep and cough. I hadn’t slept much either, thanks to him, but I went to work anyhow.

“Why don’t you go to the doctor before you miss any more work?” I suggested. Men never think of going to a doctor for a cold. He reluctantly agreed that it was probably a good idea, but he didn’t know where to go.

“Why don’t you go to the walk-in clinic? There is one across the street from the hospital. It has a sign, Walk In Clinic.” Men do not know how to go to a doctor without directions.

So, he went to the doctor and got a prescription. But he continued to cough and miss work for four more days. I was feeling sorry for him at this point. He was really sick.

“I don’t know where I got this crud from, cough, cough.”

Really? “I’ve also been to the doctor twice. Didn’t you notice?” Men never notice when someone else is sick, only when they are sick. I could be up half the night congested and taking medicine, and he would be in bed snoring.

“I think you need to go back to the doctor. You are out of medicine and not any better. You might need something different.” Men never think of going back to the doctor if they do not get better.

So, he grudgingly went back to the doctor and got a shot and more medicine. After several more days of coughing, not sleeping and keeping me awake all night, he decided he was well enough to go to work and spread some more germs. Men are generous with their germs when they are sick.

By now, I was starting to cough too, in spite of trying not to breathe in his direction.

“Cough, cough,” he whined.

“Cough, Cough,” I responded.

“Cough, Cough, Cough!” He croaked.

“Cough, Cough, Cough, Cough!” I responded.

“COUGH! COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!” He barked.

I give up. You can’t out sick a man with man flu. I have immunity from sickness because I’m a female with two X chromosomes. It’s a good thing as he was still far too sick to take care of anyone else.

I feel sorry for the people where he works. They will have to listen to him cough all day. “COUGH, COUGH, COUGH!”

When a man is sick, he wants to be sure that everyone knows it.

©2013 Sheila Moss
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The Ego Car

Posted on January 24, 2016 by Sheila Moss

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I have this thing about Corvettes. About 1990, I bought my first one. My first big mistake was the day I let a salesperson talk me into a test drive. From that day on, I just couldn’t get it out of my mind.

Being a practical person, I kept trying to justify my need for one in some way. If I could just find one redeeming value to justify it, perhaps I could rationalize it to myself.

Gas mileage?  Nope, big engine was a gas hog and had to have super premium gas.

Comfort? Needed a shoe horn to get in and out of those low bucket seats, and it rode rough, built for performance nut luxury.

Space? No room for anything… low overhead, no back seat, and no trunk.

Safety? Don’t make me laugh! One of the worse records on the road! Getting insurance is a nightmare! Even with a perfect driving record, my insurance company said they would have to cancel me – just because it was a Corvette.

Nope, there is not one practical thing about a Corvette. But… I wanted it! It was sleek and beautiful and had those cute little headlights that flip up! Yes, I had “The Fever.”

I didn’t know then what all Vette owners know – it’s The Fever. Corvettes just get in your blood.

So, darn the precautions, full speed ahead. I bought the car and found out about life in the fast lane. I knew I liked it – but what I hadn’t realized was how other people would react. It’s amazing! Remember when you had a new car, how everyone looked at it, and how it made you feel special to drive it? Well, it’s like that every time you drive a Vette. People always look and always make comments. They call it the “Corvette Mystique.”

There are clubs just for Corvette owners, magazines with Corvette news and tips. Corvette is the only car with its own museum dedicated just to that car. Antique Corvettes become classic cars worth a fortune. There are shows and runs, a whole culture built around the car. And I just thought I was buying a pretty car!

Then there is driving it! All that power, the way the engine roars, the way it practically leaps out from under you, the way you have to hold back all the time to keep from getting speeding tickets.

Yep, I had a lot of fun with my ego car. Traded it in not long ago with over a hundred thousand miles on the speedometer. Never regretted buying it for a minute. Heck, on a warm summer day with the top off, I could nearly always get at least one marriage proposal yelled at me by a passing motorist.

Truck drivers were the worst, of course. They would blow their horn, or make that little sound with their air brakes when I went past. Of course, I knew I was hard to see in that low sports car and tried to stay out of their way as much as possible.

Anyone who has ever owned a Corvette in their whole life always wants to talk about it. Funny thing, most of them are not owned by teens either, most are owned by middle-aged people. They always say they had wanted one for their whole life. It’s a dream car, I guess.

So – that’s the story on my ego car, but it isn’t over. I traded it for another one! The legend lives! I love it!

©1998 Sheila Moss
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Of Dogs and Beaches

Posted on January 24, 2016 by Sheila Moss

DixieDogDear Owners,

Thank you for taking me on your vacation to the beach. I hope you noticed how well I behaved as I might want to go again some time. Might I suggest more rest stops along the way? I had to keep my legs crossed half the time and besides that, the rest stops were the best part of the trip as that is where I met other interesting dogs.

I liked the beach and once I got used to it, the sand felt really good on my feet. I felt like running a mile if I had not been on that pesky leash. I could not help it that it that sand stuck to my paws and I tracked it inside. I had never seen an ocean before. It sure is big. Those waves kept coming up and licking at my feet making me jump to get out of the way. I didn’t think it was funny and didn’t appreciate your laughing at me.

I did not understand why I could not go on the beach at the State Park. I didn’t want to climb the stupid sand dunes anyhow, but the sugar-white beach might have been fun. Anyhow, I’m glad I did get to go on a picnic and bark at the birds and that other dog. Next time remind me to bark at the park ranger.

I liked the lighthouse that we saw, even though I could not climb up the stairs inside the lighthouse. That many steps would probably be too many for me anyhow. I had enough trouble learning to climb upstairs and downstairs in the condo. However, there were a lot of puddles outside the lighthouse that I waded in while you were trying to take pictures. You didn’t mind a little mud on the car seat did you?

I liked the marina and all the fishing boats we saw. I liked running up and down the boardwalk. And a lot of people stopped to say how cute I am. That is something I never get tired of hearing. Too bad we could not go in the seafood restaurants. Couldn’t we say I am a service dog and sneak in next time?

At least I did get to go to Five Guys and eat burgers on the sidewalk patio, or rather watch you eat burgers. Next time order me a burger too. Having only water at these “pet friendly” places gets old. Not even a dog treat? In my opinion, all restaurants should be pet friendly – not that I’m biased.

Why did I have to stay home and take a nap the day it rained while you went to see a movie? I like Star Wars too. You could hold me on your lap if anyone was worried about a little dog hair on the seats. It’s a dog’s life, going on vacation and being barred from half the attractions.

I did not like the thunderstorm at all. I’ve never heard such loud thunder. I’m glad you let me get in your bed and hide from the lightning. I guess it sounds louder when it rolls across the water with nothing to stop the sound. Sorry you did not get to go on the dolphin tour the next day. I’m sure you didn’t mind staying at home with me, though.

I really do like the pet sitter, but I like going places even more. I’m a “go dog.” I do not mind riding in my doggy car seat and taking a nap while you are driving. The motion of the car makes me so sleepy I can’t keep my eyes open. I would really rather drive the car, but I only have a dog license and not a driving license.

Anyhow, I want to go with you the next time you go somewhere. Start checking for pet friendly places.

Your dog,
Dixie
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