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Back Home…time to Relax…& Remember

BACK HOME! Is it my imagination or does the world look better upside-down?

I’m home! I believe Dorothy is right. There isn’t anyplace like it. The Geezer family trip to the North Carolina mountains was a blast, but it is good to be back in the familiar places where I’m comfortable.  The Geezer went to Burnsville for a commemorative for his best friend and his best friend’s wife. Loss of the fifty plus year relationship left a gapping hole in the Geezer’s universe. Friends and family gathered to celebrate Chet and Betty’s lives. Our destination, Burnsville, is a mountain town with historic settings and past. It’s people are friendly, the weather pleasant and cool, at least compared to our Florida steam-bath home.

Visiting a world that isn’t flat takes getting used to!

Living on a slanted world took me a little time to adjust. I quickly learned running downhill and uphill are different. Stopping resulted in me doing a barrel roll on my first attempt. However, I mastered what I needed to learn in a day. There are a lot of differences to discover. The trees, grass, dirt, even the light were all new. The Geezer had to adjust his driving skills. The curvy roads and the ups and downs took him longer to reach a car-aiming comfort level, than I did with being a passenger. Some of the bends were sharp! Our Edge’s front tried to tag the rear a time or two; at least it felt that way.

Meeting new friends, human.

 

Making new friends, Golden.

I love making new friends. There were oodles of humans and canines I met that are now buddies. A couple are pictured above. Bo is a friend of the Geezer and Mrs. G and the son of his best friend. Bo is a great guy who gives super ear rubs! I also met Remi, a cousin a few times removed. We had a great time! Play time was all the time. I met lots of humans…Michael, Jessica, Sadie, Samuel, Brandley, Natalia, D3, Carolyn, Brandon, and many more. Among my new canine pals are Mabel, Kimber, Ruger, and Whiskey Girl.

It was a wonderful trip…but there’s no place like home.

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Okay! So enough with this heat!

One of the few places it’s cool – the tile floor.

 

I’m one of those canines who doesn’t typically complain about the weather. No matter how much you bark about it, nothing is going to change. Mother nature does things in her own good time. There must be a little Clark Gable in her because, “Frankly my dear(s) she doesn’t give a damn” how much we complain!

The Geezer and I watch the morning weather reports and hope some of the fall temperatures most of the country are experiencing will migrate south. No such luck! Temps in southwest Florida continue in the record setting nineties. The calendar says its almost November. August forgot to leave. The high for yesterday was 94, the low 78. Swelter, swelter, boil and bubble.

Mainstreet – Bokeelia, paradise’s thermometer is stuck on broil

 

I would appreciate some kind person in a northern clime sending me a box of cool air! I saw a picture on the net and it made me dream. I’ve made a copy of it and placed it here hoping the Geezer will buy me some ice.

“Ice! Ice! My country for some ice!

Hint, Geezer, hint!

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A visit from Freddie the Dolphin!!! (Up close & personal)

Somethings were just meant to be shared. What follows is one of them. The Geezer’s daughter and his grands were down to fish. Yes, they braved the summer heat, rain and insects to take  some fishing trips that the Geezer is famous for — fifty fish or more. Since most of the game fish are in a closed season caused by last year’s redtide, fishing was catch and release. The Geezer looked for and found ladyfish, they provided fast action and spectacular fights.

During our trip we were visited by the Charlotte Harbor Dolphins. The pics and video is of their entertaining antics. The Geezer christened one of them “Freddie the Free-loader.” He said it was the name of a clown played by a Red Skeleton. Of course, I didn’t believe that until he explained it was the name of a comedian from his stone-age past. See the film and pictures below.

 

Hi, I’m Freddie the free-loader!

 

There is such a thing as a free lunch!

 

Lori with a lady – The Geezer’s daughter remains beautiful.

Checking out Freddie and friends

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What are you waiting for Geezer?

“One of these.” Good fish but no lunch for the Geezer!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Grand Branden” with a catch.

“Grand Bradley” with a wiggler

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Feed me, feed me, feed me, feed me, oh yeah!”

 

I hope you enjoy viewing these as much as I did seeing them!

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To learn more about the Geezer and his books and speaking schedule, visit his web page at http://www.dlhavlin.com  or his blog at    http://www.dlhavlin.wordpress.com .  His new book, Escaping Skeletons, is a must read for history buffs and mystery/suspense enthusiasts.

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Meet Missy!

Hooray! I have a new housemate! Meet Missy.

“My word! What’s this?”    Missy’s reaction to the camera.

 

 

I have a new friend and housemate. Mrs. “G” received a phone call from the lady that sits with me when the Geezer & Mrs. “G” go to places that are not dog enlightened. That lady, I’ll call her Peg, told a sad but recurrent story. A couple on the island went back north for the summer. They called a neighbor and asked them to take care of their kitty “for a little while” then left. The neighbor was in the process of leaving himself. That would leave the cat in a situation where chances of survival were minimal. My friend, Peg, made the call and “Shazzam,” I have a new half-sister.

A better look at my new friend, Missy.

Mrs. “G” says Missy has to go to the vet for a check-up before I can really get to know her. She seems very nice…and very quiet. I’ll introduce you to her when the two of us exchange nose sniffs and we’ve had a chance to chat.

I sometimes wonder about humans. How can they be so contemptuous of life that they really don’t value it? Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe it’s because humans have or are losing all sense of responsibility. That even extends to themselves. Many simply expect “others” to take care of their responsibilities. Who are these “others?” …….. Their neighbors. Their society. Their government. You won’t find a Golden Retriever, a poodle, or any dog that isn’t faithful to their human and would never abandon them. As I often said, canines are superior to humans…at least, to a large group of them.

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If you like my blog you might want to read the Geezer’z blog — It’s found at http://www.dlhavlin.wordpress.com

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Have a HAPPY FOURTH!

Happy 4th of July, Everyone!

HAPPY 4TH OF JULY!

The Geezer was sitting on the porch sipping coffee this AM. Florida this time of year dictates any time outdoors is best spent in the early AM hours. Well, not so early as to offer yourself up as a mosquito and sand fly buffet. Here on Pine Island it will be “ninety by noon.” The humidity is high or “thick” as our neighbor describes it. By early afternoon the air becomes slice-able.

 His mind was wandering off, somewhere; there was a sad look in his eye. I placed my head under his arm and nudged. “Oh, hi Sandy,” he smiled and scratched behind my ears. That’s his usual greeting.

“Mornin’ Geezer. I thought I’d bring you back home. It looked like you were far away.”

“I was, Sandy.”

“Where were you?”

“It wasn’t where, it was when.” He shifted in his chair to watch an Osprey fly over. “That’s free.” He turned his head back, and said, “The ‘when’ was the time when the people in the US understood what a great place we have to live. I love this country. I always will. When you’ve traveled the world you have an idea of what is important. It’s right here. If you don’t like here, one of the great things about this country is that you are free to leave.”

“Hold on Geezer, part of this country is its dedication to be able to criticize and seek to make changes. Isn’t that what freedom is all about?”

“You are exactly correct!” The Geezer took a deep breath. “Part of that freedom is not being silenced by those who disagree with you. Unfortunately, people are losing track of that fact.”

“Are you pessimistic about where the country is headed? I’m not.” I added, “The pendulum swings both ways.”

The Geezer smiled, “You know you’re right. It’s up to us old humans and old canines to keep reminding people. Now, Sandy, if someone tells you not to bark, what are you going to do?”

“Bark louder!”

The Geezer held up his coffee cup and said, “A toast to our wonderful country on her birthday!” He took a sip.

“I second that!” I said, but then asked, “Doesn’t that have to be wine or something?”

“Why it is! In fact it’s better than that, it’s a diversity drink. It’s Irish Coffee made from beans grown in Africa and whiskey made in Kentucky.”

Have a happy Fourth!

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I was born to be a travelin’ dog.

I love going in the car………….Riding as my humans act as my chauffeur.

There was a song out many years ago with words that said, “Lord, I was born a traveling man.” That song was written about me…of course, I’m a dog…not a human. There is something about a highway running out in front of the car that captivates me. The panorama changes constantly. It’s unending eye candy. I’ve included some pictures of my recent trip to Mississippi that the Geezer made to do research for a book and to get some R & R time.

The Geezer and Mrs. G sit in the front seat and perform their duties skillfully when I ride with them. The Geezer dutifully turns the wheel and works the pedals while Mrs. G feeds me treats. They even have made it easier for me to get in and out. I now have my own personal entrance and exit ramp. Mrs. G tells me they bought it to save their backs but I know better. It was purchased so I can impress as I exit and enter the car.

The open road calls – “See whats over the next hill or around the next curve.”

there are towns to see

and flowers to sniff

 

 

 

 

 

 

there are friends to visit

and historical places to see

 

 

 

 

 

 

I get excited if I even suspect that we’re off on an adventure. Every time my humans get near the car doors I put my nose up to where the door opens to let them know “I’m ready!” If I hear the magic word, load, I know my dream is coming true.

I guess the thing I love most is that I get to be with the Geezer and Mrs. G rather than staying home to guard the house. When we ride, I get in my favorite position and alternate between resting my head on each of their shoulders.

Traveling position 101

 

Did I hear an engine start?

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I enjoy the country!

Stop to smell the flowers — I love the smell of magnolias in the morning.

One good thing that humans do is taking those occasional breaks to recharge their batteries. The Geezer ground away for ten months as he finished two books and was chairman of a (very successful) writers conference. It kept him at the computer and me away from it. Blame my lack of posting on him.

There is the country…then there is theee countreeee! The Geezer and Mrs. G have found a place in Mississippi that is a little piece of nirvana. Its a cabin on a private 38 acre lake nestled in the middle of a 400 acre farm and forest. The fish are so hungry they stand in line to bite your hook. Deer peeked at us from behind bushes, turkey were on parade and there were so many quail the Geezer ran out of pucker whistling to them. Here are a few pictures —–

The lake – peaceful isn’t it?

Dum – dum making Yum – yum

The Geezer fully engaged in what he does well

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here I am watching the most urban event at “Amity cottage” — The Ant Parade.

Amity Cabin, where doing nothing is an art-form!

Ah! I am refreshed. Now let me think of another post before I go to sleep.

PS — Glad to be back!

 

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My new buddy! Ruger! He’s a real son-of-a-gun.

This is RUGER! He’s my new relative. Cousin Ruger has more energy than tens dogs should have

Meet the newest addition to our family. He is an Australian Shepard named Ruger. Ruger owns my human’s daughter and her family. Ruger, Lori, Mike and Bradley came down to visit and fish with the Geezer. Did you notice his eyes? Intense!

Of course, Ruger is a puppy. His perpetual puppy spring is still wound tight. He’s always on the move chasing something or somebody. From the time he bounded up the stairs until the time Lori and Mike’s pickup left for North Carolina … I was his primary objective. Being young and being male, well I’m sure you understand. I was polite and didn’t get harsh with him. However, I spent a lot of my time in a sitting position.

Ruger is a chaser. Balls … birds … beagles … boys … it doesn’t matter. He’s a very love-able character. Enthusiastic about everything, I got tired just watching him.

Ruger and me. Note my position.

 

“Chow Hound” should be Ruger’s nick-name. Here he drools over a lobster toy

 

The Geezer, Mrs. G, and I all enjoyed the not-so-little guy. Oreo our black and white cat was less thrilled. They stared at each other from a distance and Oreo chose the high ground. Stairs. The balcony. Back of the couch. The high ground.

 

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My goodness, is there really a cat-house in River City?

This is not the type “cat house” my friends were speaking about.

It has been sometime since I’ve attended a meeting of the Canine Chowder & Marching Society. I have to admit I miss the gossip, but lately it seems every get-together conflicts with my schedule.

Last meeting was held the same day Mrs. G went to the bank. Couldn’t miss that. The lady in the drive-through window is a real softy. She always gives me triple treats and if I look disappointed she doubles them up. Time before I had a case of the “Shags” … you know, a dog’s condition when his human looses the defurminator. I couldn’t stand thinking of all the comments that would be made about my coat. You know, the neighborhood dogs can be so catty! There was a reason I missed the meeting prior to the one before the last meeting I missed that wasn’t the last meeting. Or something like that. I’ve missed so many recently I can’t keep up.

My friend Lucy, the cocker spaniel, asked me to go. There was a motion to adopt a no peeing on the rose bushes rule that the lady Marching Society members backed and the male contingent opposes. You’d think the boys wouldn’t mind that little restriction on their lift and sprinkle, but no … Honestly, they are screaming like we were asking for universal castration. Male ego … Ugh! I decided to support my gender so I went.

We hadn’t gotten a place to sit when Fifi the poodle raced up to us and said breathlessly, “Did you know there’s a cat house on Pine Island?” Gossip! Wonderful, gossip!

I tried to act relatively uninterested and naive. “A cat house? I live in a cat house, or at least a house with a cat in it. What’s unusual about that?”

“Not that type cat house. The other type of cat house.” Fifi looked exasperated. Lucy looked consumed.

Lucy said, “Oh how exciting! What can you tell us about it!”

“Exciting?” I said. I ignored Fifi’s statement about another type cat. “What’s exciting about having cats in your house. I have one. Fifi you have a Siamese and Lucy your human has three. What’s the big deal?” Sometimes I get great pleasure from being obtuse. Maybe its a gal thing.

Fifi leaned close and whispered, “They’re two legged cats.”

I tried to look dumb and remain silent. Both are difficult for me.

Fifi forgot to whisper. “They’re whores!” Everybody at the meeting glanced our way. Fifi lowered her voice. “I saw four of them sitting at a table playing cards and talking about rubbers.”

“Are you sure about that?” Lucy asked.

Fifi was emphatic, “YES!”

I asked, “How do you know? Were they wearing fishnet stockings, short shorts, high heels, and driving Mercedes convertibles.”

“NO! They all were wearing tee shirts that said, I’m a proud Matlacha Hooker.

Lucy and I laughed. I said, “Fifi, you’ve had a brain fart. The Matlacha Hookers are a lady’s civic club.”

Some dogs shouldn’t be taught to read.

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My human asked me to include some of his propaganda in my post. He feeds me so I figured I’d better.

 

Welcome to the Menagerie

Hot author behind hot books in Matlacha

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’d love to have all of you that can, visit me at the Matlacha Menagerie this Saturday from 10:30 to 3:00. This unique boutique gift and book shop is located at 4604 Pine Island Road. Matlacha is a quaint village located west of Cape Coral. The 40’s buildings and Bohemian decor are reminiscent of the “old Florida Keys.” Loaded with art galleries, unique gift shops, and sea food places, Matlacha is on the way to Florida’s Mango capital, Pine Island. Come chat for a while.

 

Here I’m doing my historical presentation, “The Loyal 14th Colony, Florida in the Revolutionary War”

Excuse me, I have to brag a little. Sandman Book Co. owner Heidi told me she put a RSVP for 30 seats at this presentation and 20 were filled in the 1st hour.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had a great crowd at the Sandman Book Co. last Saturday. The attendees were enthusiastic and really into history. The type of people who attend these presentations prove my contention that READERS ARE THINKERS.

 

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July & the temperature’s sweltering. Florida’s less fun in the summer.

Florida in July & August. It’s too hot to move.

“Summertime,” the song from Gershwin’s classic, Porgy and Bess, tells us the living is easy this time of year. Well, the fish may be jumping here in Florida, but it’s because the water is so hot they are afraid they might get boiled if they stay in it too long. And the humidity … Yuk! My human just smiles when I complain. He’s lived here most of his long life and is reconciled to be miserable three months of the year. If my grumbles get loud, he laughs and says, “Sandy, just keep counting the days. You only have 75 more until October and relief.” Not funny!

I get even when he takes me for a walk. Even if he’s just left the shower, his clothes are drenched with perspiration by the time he reaches the driveway. Plus, I get a little more revenge. Early in the mornings when we go out, the clouds of sand-flies and mosquitoes are active and hungry. My Golden coat protects me. Not he … he, he, ho, ho, ha, ha.

Even the owls are staying underground!

The wildlife is smart. They stay in the shade and take it easy during the middle of the day. Those that can, conduct their “business” at night; the rest get things done mornings and evenings. Even gators and snakes look for a cool hole to hide in.

I envied Margret the Manatee … until she told me the water is 89!

Everyone in our house stays inside and slows down this time of year. Oreo, my feline brother, slows to stop. He’s shown below after he ate lunch. Oreo is always demanding, but this time of year he insists that his fish fillets be cut into very small pieces so he doesn’t have to expend energy wagging his jaws. He told me he requested his litter box be mounted on an I-Roomba and be programmed to follow him around so he didn’t have far to go … to go, but the Geezer turned him down.

Oreo prostrate from his toughest activity of the day … eating.

The Geezer may give me a hard time about complaining, but I’ve noticed he’s not scheduling any out-door book events right now. An example. This Saturday he will be doing one of his historical presentations, “The Loyal 14th Colony, Florida in the Revolutionary War.” I notice it is going to be held in the spacious, air conditioned environs of the Sandman Book Co. Sandman Book Co. is located at 16480 Burnt Store Rd., in Turtle Crossing Plaza, near Punta Gorda, Florida. He’ll be speaking from 11:00 AM until noon. If you live near by (or not) stop and see him. You’ll be cool!

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