Yes, JM there is……..

May 6, 2013 at 2:44 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 3 Comments
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This is a special pic for one of my human bloggin’  friends.  Yes, JM, there is a Santa and a Sawfish.

Yes JM there is a sawfish!

Yes JM there is a sawfish!

I loved your Narwhale post, Accidental Stepmom!  Here is the answer to your question.  My human says that when he was young (wheels were square and made of stone then) these critters weren’t that rare.  He almost stepped on one that was eight feet give or take a foot.  This is what can be called a pants soiling experience.

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One letter can make a big difference !! But, is the meaning the same??

April 30, 2013 at 8:38 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 3 Comments
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The Geezer and I were watching TV this morning.  As usual, the Geezer was tuned to the news in the off chance that someone in government…or in major corporations… or even within the media, did something to give us a little faith things would be alright.

The first three items covered were:

  1. High-ranking bank officials were reengaging in the same lending practices (making housing loans to those who couldn’t afford it) that destroyed the country’s economy.  You know, those folks that are “too big to fail.”  Humans don’t seem to understand that when you reward bad behavior with a bailout or something similar it encourages more of the same.  Every mommy dog I know has better sense than to let her pups get away with manure like that.
  2. Those paragons of virtue, Congress and the President, quietly gutted the insider trader law that was passed a year ago (before the election).  You know, the one that kept them from benefiting from having government information that would effect future fortunes of a stock.  Remember, the one our President said, “Was overdue” and that, “Congress should be playing by the same rules as any other citizen.”  Well, we have bipartisanship at last – Both parties passed and the President signed the bill that effectively repealed the law.  They sneaked it through quietly, notice that?
  3. The Geezer changed channels trying to lessen his depression.  A media type was explaining why it was fine to allow government officials to eavesdrop on innocent private citizens email without the protection the constitution provides, while it wasn’t okay for law enforcement to continue to question a guilty terrorist to protect the rest of us.  And they say dogs are dumb.  We are consistent…we always bark at the postman.

The Geezer sadly shook his head, turned off the TV, and turned on the stereo.  He mumbled, “I’d say the country is going to the dogs, but I know they’d do a better job running it than the idiots of BOTH parties who run it today.”  I agree him…that’s true.

I remembered a bit of wisdom from one of the Geezer’s own books and I repeated it to him.

“It’s no coincidence that big-shot and big-shit are almost spelled the same.”

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Bark less and Wag more…

April 9, 2013 at 3:56 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 11 Comments
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Oreo prostrate from laughing

Oreo prostrate from laughing

It seems like forever since I’ve had my paws on the computer keyboard. You probably have already guessed the Geezer has been away and that precludes my access to “our” internet accounts.  Before he left he said, “Oh, I won’t be gone long. I’ll be back so quick you won’t even think about it.”  Of course, I knew those remarks were placating, not truthful.  In Doganese we classify that kind of speech under the category called, “Humanaucity Bullus Shittus.”

My buddy Oreo, eaves dropped as the Geezer and I discussed his prolonged absence.  When I asked him what took him so long to get back, about the only excuse he didn’t use was that I’d eaten his homework.  Oreo’s feline tail twitched. There were weather problems…rain, snow, hail, tornadoes, volcano eruptions, asteroid showers…and whether problems…he didn’t know whether to go to this or that event, or take this or that road, or stay at this or that hotel.  The cat rolled his eyes in disbelief.  The Geezer claimed he forgot several things and had to retrace his steps and repeat tasks.  I can believe that; he’d forget his ass if it weren’t so big and firmly attached.  My black and white friend rolled on his back, his belly heaving with repressed laughter.

After a series of apologies that fall under a similar Doganese sub-category “Humanaucity Bullus Insincereioso Shittus” Oreo and I were left alone to ponder whether the Geezer really believed we were that stupid.  Oreo looked skyward and purred, “If you’re going to lie you should at least try to be good at it.”

I was steamed.  I love the Geezer, but it infuriates me when he won’t just come out with the plain unvarnished truth.  “Damn it Oreo, I wish he’d just say… sorry. I screwed up…and let it go at that.”

“That’s just the human way.”  Oreo stretched his front legs out in front of him, pushing his rear high in the air at the same time.  He looked out the window. “Look, Sandy, the Night Herons are back building nests again this year.”  Oreo licked his chops, a feline reflex for he’d abandoned any form of hunting for a cushy inside-the-house life.

“Humans don’t seem to bother you much,” I said.

“The Geezer doesn’t.”  Oreo got a sly grin on his face.  The cat had seen some rough younger years before he came to live with us. “You have to rub a lot of legs before you find your prince.”  He looked very wise and provided some sage advice. “Sandy, when you’re warm, well taken care of and fed regularly…bark less and wag more.  You may quote me.”

"Confucius" Oreo!

“Confucius” Oreo!

I listen oh wise one.

I listen oh wise one.


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Has the Geezer gone cannibal?

March 12, 2013 at 11:45 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 6 Comments
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Waiting for the crowd

Waiting for the crowd

Yum-Yum!  Mullet on the grill

Yum-Yum! Mullet on the grill

Last weekend the Geezer, Bo…a close family friend… and Mrs. G disappeared early Saturday morning. They were in too much of a hurry to give me anything but a quick trip to the grass, certainly not my normal morning walk. Mrs. G tossed my breakfast in my bowl with not so much as head pat. I watched the Geezer pack a set of knives and other items one would expect to go on a picnic. “Good,” I thought, “I’ll get a romp in the woods today.”

When they headed for the door, I accompanied them, expecting a nice long ride to the Florida wild. Instead, the Geezer stopped me short at the door. “Sorry girl, you can’t go on this one.”

“Why not?” I asked, shocked that I wasn’t welcome to accompany them. They usually want me to go everywhere. Humans depend on our superior canine intellect and tend to become bumbling incompetents without our guidance.

“We’re doing a Calusa tasting today. I’ll be too busy swinging these knives and serving people who are there to experiment with something different.” The Geezer grinned, “This is one of those rare times you can’t come with us.”

Now that shocked me! A Calusa tasting? The Calusa were an Indian tribe I thought had disappeared hundreds of years ago. I knew better, but it just came out. “You aren’t going cannibal on me, are you?”

All three of them laughed as they exited. “I’ll fill you in latter, Sandy,” the Geezer said.”  With that, they left like a Mexican hairless who backed up to close to a prickly-pear cactus to do his job.

When they returned, the Geezer told me that Calusa Tastings were part of Calusa Heritage Day. Calusa Heritage Day is held by the University of Florida’s Randell Research Center on Pine Island, Florida. Yep, I know there are multiple Pine Islands in the Sunshine State. This one is located near Fort Myers and Sanibel. The event derives its name from the Indian tribe that dominated the southern portion of Florida for nearly 2000 years. It’s a celebration of their civilization. The Geezer said, “Today’s humans living in the US often overlook the complexity and achievements of our native American fore-bearers. The Randell Research Center, a fifty-four acre archaeological site, provides ample proof that discounting those people’s achievements is a major error. The Randell family donated the land and the public at large owes this family a large thank you. It takes far-sighted, generous individuals to donate bay-front property in the center of one of the most desirable retirement and playground areas in the state.”

I knew how special this site is from talking about it with the Geezer previously. The dig is unique in that it is right on the water and the sandy soil permits salt water intrusion. This results in the preservation of materials that would normally succumb to oxidation and other forces time exerts on wood, seeds, etc. For example, it was widely believed the Spanish imported the papaya to Florida. Thanks to the conditions at Randell, 1900 year old papaya seeds have been found in the middens (mounds). There weren’t  any Conquistidores spreading seeds back then. The Calusa were sea-faring, mound-building folk that lived by fishing and gathering. For this reason, they kept their villages in close proximity to the water. Because the Gulf of Mexico’s level has changed six feet in the last 2000 years, the settlements yo-yoed back and forth. Dropped and buried items were preserved. (The Gulf of Mexico has been four feet higher and two feet lower than it is today during that time period.)

The Calusa had a highly efficient military establishment, very evolved spiritual beliefs, and were first-class engineers. Their engineering prowess is exemplified by a two-and-a-half mile canal they constructed across the island that was eight feet deep, thirty feet wide and featured recharge ponds… built so they didn’t have to paddle their canoes around the eighteen mile long island. They did this with shell tools!

He told me Calusa Heritage Day celebrates this society. Speakers led by UF’s Dr. Bill Marquardt, the sites director, Dr. Karen Walker, and many other noted historians and scientists that share their knowledge with the people that attend. The Geezer said, “My small part in the celebration is the “Calusa Tastings.” We prepare the foods that the Calusa ate over open fires. Those attending get the opportunity to slurp an oyster, savor a clam, munch on a mullet, pop in a mouthful of papaya, chomp on chili peppers, or enjoy some heart of palm.”

You can visit the Randell Research Center all year round, enjoying artifacts displayed there and tours either guided… or by making the site path’s circuit, reading the explanations on display podiums. It’s a “do not miss” for all visitors to southwest Florida and all that’s required to enjoy this is a small donation that makes it affordable to everyone.

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These are the times that I’m glad I’m a dog!

March 1, 2013 at 5:25 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 2 Comments
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I asked my human, “What are you working on, Geezer?”

He chuckled, “I’m thinking of going back into business.”

“Doing what?”

“Custom tee shirts.  I’m thinking of taking advantage of all the political mud-slinging.  I’ll sell them on the Internet.”  He held up three fingers. “One web site for liberals, one for conservatives, and one for folks with common sense that are sick of both of them.  Of course, that last site will be large.  Unfortunately, the slime bag politicians have been successful in transforming our country.  We’re now the Divided States of America. Hate and stupidity, now the norm, are quite a combination.”  He shook his head sadly.  “I think there are a lot of folks out there that want to scream.  I’ll give them a way to do it.”

“Give me some examples,” I said.

“I’ll give you a couple for each one.  For the liberals how about a picture of Bush being held on a water board with the caption, How do you like it George?  Or how about a tee saying, Big Business or Big Government, which can you vote for? The conservatives would like a poker hand printed on the tee’s front.  It would be four aces with the faces of Stalin, Hitler, Mao, and Obama where the suit logo goes in the card’s center. The caption, Four of a kind.  Or, try one with a picture of Barack on one side of the shirt with his nose extending across the chest and around the side to the back with a sign hanging from it saying, The new Pinocchio.”

“I’d say you better issue a statement with each sale that you’re not responsible for the riots they’ll cause if anybody wore those in public.”  I thought for a second.  “Hey!  You could introduce a premium shirt with a Kevlar liner inside.” I paused for another second.  “You know the whole thing is…well…kind of stupid…you’re pulling my tail aren’t you?  You aren’t really going into business.”

“Of course you’re right on both counts, Sandy.  That would just be stirring the pot.  I can’t think of anything dumber… with the exception of the whole Washington mess.”  The Geezer shook his head sadly.

“Amen,” I said.  “Things like today’s politics make me glad I’m a canine.”  After a few seconds of thought I asked, “Just for giggles…what were the ones you were making for folks like you?

He grinned.  “My two favorites.  The first one shows a cow’s rear end and on the ground under it is a big soupy pile of manure.  An arrow points to it with a one word caption.  Washington.  The second is Bush and Obama, tied to a stake in the middle of a bonfire with devils poking them with pitchforks.  A sign on the stake says HELL.  Under it the caption reads, A dream now, but just wait a while.”

“Gosh, Geezer those would be million sellers!”

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Here, there, and everywhere…I’ve been roaming.

February 13, 2013 at 11:01 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 10 Comments
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It’s been a busy few weeks.  The Geezer, Mrs. G and I have traveled around the state of Florida going to events, meeting some of you and generally having a good time.  I’ve been to the Friends of the Library in Bonita Springs, the bluegrass music festival in Yeehaw Junction, the Whiskey Women’s Club in Fort Myers and the Florida State Fair in Tampa.

The Geezer spoke at these events.  I pretty much did as I pleased.  At Bonita Springs I had a chance to hob-nob with some of Southwest Florida’s nicest folks.  I want to thank Frank and Fran Gallo for making us feel so welcome.  Though I’ve heard the Geezer’s speech on the historical background behind his book, “Blue Water, Red Blood,” a few times, I pick up something new each time mainly due to the questions the audience asks.

Yeehaw and KD Bass’s Bluegrass Festival was a wonderful three days of paw tapping to the banjos, mandolins, fiddles and guitars.  There were so many fine people and canines there, getting to know them was a blast.  The Geezer and I met readers from all over the state.  And, a lot of visitors from around the US.

Whiskey Creek Country Club was the site of the Geezer’s chance to “show-off” is knowledge of Fort Myers history.  What a lovely, friendly bunch of ladies attended.  They were interested in his mumblings and slide show.  I have to admit the old boy’s mind was functioning on all three cylinders, the ones not rusted up.

Finally, the STATE FAIR!  Wow!  Double WOW!  I got to visit the frontier village built as a permanent part of the Florida State Fair Grounds.  It’s called Cracker Country.  How cool it was to see the human’s dressed up like their ancestors and performing tasks like bull-whip making, carving, forging, and candle making the same as humans did 100 years ago.  The Geezer was in his glory, talking to hundreds of people about Florida history and his books.  By the way, the fair continues through Sunday, February 17.  Visit if you get a chance.

I’ve asked Mrs. G to put some pictures in this post.  They’re below.

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Whiskey Creek Ladies Club, Thank You!

Whiskey Creek Ladies Club, Thank You!

Great time at the "Fair"

Great time at the “Fair”

Florida State Fair Cracker Country Store

Florida State Fair Cracker Country Store

Thank you Friends of the Library Bonita Springs

Thank you Friends of the Library Bonita Springs

I go to the State Fair! That’s in Florida!

February 7, 2013 at 9:46 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment
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What does a canine do at the fair?  The Geezer says I’m going with him and Mrs. G.  He’s going to be doing his author thing at the Florida State Fair this weekend.  Something about signing books at the Cracker Country Store this coming Friday, Saturday and Sunday.  That’s fine for him but how about me?  And Mrs. G.  What can the two of us do?

I asked the Geezer, “Okay, what do you suggest I do?  I’d like to spread my wings.  Do new things.”

“Hmmmmm,” he said as he scratched his old cranium trying to awaken the remaining gray matter.  “You could cruise through the arts and crafts.

“Arts and crafts?  What would I do with them? There’s not much room on my pillow to decorate.”

“I see your point.  You could visit the live stock displays.  They’re all the best of their breeds.  Just think of all the new four-footed connections you could make.”

“I don’t think so.  Have you ever tried talking to a cow?  They’re only slightly more intelligent than your average politician.  Talk about being at the bottom of the smarts garbage can.  As far as being attractive…I’d only be interested in a dog show.  Do they have one there?”

“Probably not, Sandy.”  He scratched his head more furiously trying to accelerate his thought process.  “Oh…I know…you can take in the rides.  They twist, turn, spin, fly…wow!  That would be a great new experience.”

“I don’t know…”

“Oh don’t worry!  As long as you don’t eat all the food that’s available for hundreds of vendors you’ll be fine.  Candy Cotton, Corn Dogs, Funnel Cakes, Fried Ice Cream…”

“Food?  Vendors?  Hundreds of?  Candy Cotton, Corn Dogs, Funnel Cakes, Fried Ice Cream.  No problem, I’ll be fine,” I said.

Life is great at times.

How did 1928 Hurricane on Lake Okeechobee influence LVT's?

How did 1928 Hurricane on Lake Okeechobee influence LVT’s?

February 8-10th,  11AM-4:00 PM

February 8-10th, 11 AM-4:00 PM

Visit me at Cracker Country Store

Visit me at Cracker Country Store 

I’d like to meet you! Go “Bluegrassing” with me.

January 23, 2013 at 8:29 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 5 Comments
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Get out your toe-tappin’ boots!  The Geezer is taking me with him this weekend.  We’re going “Bluegrassing.”  Yep, I can hear the banjos strumming and the mandolins humming.  I’m going to the Yeehaw Bluegrass Festival with my human and Mrs. G.  I’m excited, I’m just a country dog at heart.

The Yeehaw Festival is one of the best bluegrass music events held in Florida AND the US.  Nothin’ Fancy, Pine Mountain Railroad, Lorraine Jordan, Florida Bluegrass Express, and many more super groups will appear.  It will be going on Thursday, Friday and Saturday.  Yeehaw is about an hour south of Orlando right off the Florida Sunshine Parkway.  It’s easy to get there.  If you want more info, go to

Ya’all come I’d like to meet you!


My canine hopes for ’13

January 10, 2013 at 9:11 am | Posted in Uncategorized | 7 Comments
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My human, the Geezer, has given up on New Year’s resolutions and has substituted “hopes” in their place.  That sounds like one of his rare good ideas so I’ve decided to subscribe to it.  Here are some doggie wishes for my canine friends and me for 2013.

1.  Fleas and ticks will genetically evolve and no longer have a taste for dog’s blood.  Instead, they will develop a craving for selective types of human plasma.  I have some suggestions.  How about tax collectors, some lawyers, and most particularly, all politicians.  They’ve sucked blood from everybody else for so long that only seems fair.

2.  The winners of the Westminster Dog Show get to make their owners, trainers and handlers put leashes around their necks and are they’re forced to run around the ring like idiots while we hold the ropes.

3.  The FHA adds dog houses to the growing list of entitlements the Federal Government is distributing.  It’s only fair all dogs are given free dog houses.  After all, we all breathe, don’t we?  That seems to be the standard these days.  Let’s see…I want two swimming pools, a four car garage, a vibrating bed, and a vault for my food stamps.

4.  The price of dog food doesn’t sky-rocket like the cost of everything else will because of the human fools that are running the country.  I think I’ll have to classify that in the vain hope category.

5.  All dogs will be given a place at the human meal table so we get a fair share.  Either that or all humans can get down and all fours and eat the dog food they feed us.  That’s probably more likely…human’s are driving their cars in reverse now days.

6.  Any human that abuses or abandons a canine will develop painful boils on 95% of their bodies for which there is no cure.  Oh, and their hair falls out.  Oh, oh, and they have to watch and listen to the Ed Show and the O’Reilly Factor played continuously on a split screen 75″ TV with the sound turned up to 250 decibels, until they start gouging their own ears and eyes out.  Oh, oh, oh, and they fall off a boat in shark and crocodile infested waters.  I’ll share that hope with cats, horses, hamsters, or any other type pet that humans abuse.

7.  That all the fireplugs are replaced with replicas of the White House and Capitol Building so we can do to them what they’ve been doing to our humans.

8.  That there is a prohibition placed on importing Chinese cookbooks.  I enjoy eating dinner, not being it.

9.  My human drops my dinner dish and breaks it.  And…he can only buy one that’s at least twice as large.

10. That we canines have the good sense to remain our doggie selves and don’t try to become more like (shudder) humans.  I think that’s a very safe hope.  After all, only humans are stupid and vain enough to want to be what they’re not!

Have A Happy Canine New Year!


A Chistmas present and some laughs for all of you!

December 9, 2012 at 4:30 pm | Posted in Uncategorized | 3 Comments
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It’s getting close to the time old Santa will hitch the reindeer to the sleigh, pack his sack with goodies and leave the North Pole for places south.  I’ve been busy helping the Geezer with his book signings, decorate for the season and finding presents for his family and friends.  My blogging hasn’t been as frequent as I would like, but I promise I’ll do much better after the first of the year.

Speaking of presents, a lot of you have asked me…to ask him…if he would post his short story, “Claus and the Consultant,” so many of you enjoyed three years ago.  It was a Christmas present to all his friends, family and readers.  It’s hilarious. It’s back.  Go to  his blog at  or his web site at  to read and laugh!

The Geezer and I have been doing so many things, I thought I’d post some of the pictures and captions of the events here and talk about them later.  Though I’m sure I’ll write between now and then — MERRY CHRISTMAS — Just in case!



Storytelling by camp fire at Patrick Smith Day

Den and the bird

Den and the bird

Lori, Mike and Dorothy

Lori, Mike and Dorothy

The "grands"

The “grands”

H.O.P.E. Holiday House at Tarpon Lodge

H.O.P.E. Holiday House at Tarpon Lodge



Linda and Larry

Linda and Larry

Pine Island 50th Anniversary

Pine Island 50th Anniversary

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