Tag Archive | animal tales

The Haunted Dog House!

“OOOOHHHH” A haunted dog house

Chant to the rhythm of the ‘Volga Boatman.’

The haunted dog house!

The haunted dog house!

Yes…there is a haunted dog house.

Eyes shine within it!

Eyes shine within it! 

Cats go in and never leave it.

The dog was vicious!

The dog was vicious!

It ate postman’s legs on golden dishes.

Dog catchers tremble!

Dog catchers tremble!

The ghost chased their truck into ditches.

It buries victims!

It buries victims!

It digs more graves than MacBeth’s witches.

What finally killed it?

What finally killed it?

No one knows, but it exploded.

It looked so terrible!

It looked so horrible!

Click this link if you want to see it!

 

 

Bell, Book, and Candle?…No Brandi isn’t a witch.

Brandi rings the bell. She’s not driving away witches. She’s ringing her potty bell.

Ring the Bell, close the Book, light the Candle (I hope that’s right) That was a formula for driving away witches in early America. One of the Geezer’s favorite movies is a Jimmy Stewart classic, Bell, Book, and Candle. It’s a great tale, told in a humorous style, about a mortal whose life crosses the path of a family of witches. He falls in love with one. Any mortal man wouldn’t have a problem falling in love with Kim Novak. Believe me, no spell is required. For a few bucks, it’s a great movie to add to your film library. The story holds up well, even in today’s world. It’s only ten times better than most of the manure produced in LA and NYC today. I digress. This is not a movie review.

Brandi is the Geezer’s Golden Retriever puppy, and she’s my little sister. She’s lovable, full of energy, and mule-stubborn. My protegee, is quickly adapting to life in Geezer’s household. She’s intelligent, at times almost too smart. A fast learner, some of Brandi’s new life fits the movie title. I’ll tell you about Brandi’s version of Bell, Book, and Candle.

The Bell…

I have always had a mystic communication link with my humans. They read my needs telepathically. A strong bladder helps. Poor Brandi had issues. How to let Mrs. G and the Geezer know it’s time for a trip downstairs took some brainstorming. Then the Geezer remembered a friend’s method of knowing when his dog’s peeing lamp lighted. Geezer bought a bell, tied it to the door knob, and Walla!…Within a week…Brandi now signals she wants to water flowers by ringing it. 

The Book…

Brandi believes in the theory of universal edibility. We have lots and lots of books around the house. Geezer reads them, he writes them, he collects them. My sister isn’t happy unless she is chewing something and unfortunately, books are readily available. Were available. Most are out of puppy reach. Those that aren’t taste like pepper spray. The books are now returning to the coffee table, etc. Took her three days to lay off books du jour.

The Candle…

When night arrives and the candle goes out, Brandi spends her nights in her crate. She is a puppy and has a way to go in the trust category. Left unattended, unsupervised or unseen…she has a tendency to get in trouble. She hides shoes, chews underwear (particularly Mrs. G’s), stalks the cat, drinks from the forbidden fountain otherwise known as the porcelain bus…things like that. So, she knows two things when the candle goes out. She’s supposed to go nighty-night in her crate. That’s one. Brandi heads to the crate door but remains outside until two happens. A piece of cheese appears inside. She’s training her humans, too.

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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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Our Wet Friends – the Manatees out back

They may be hard to see, but there are six manatees in the pic – can you find them?

Sometime it isn’t necessary to go far to enjoy nature and wildlife. The Geezer and I can sit on the back porch and be treated to a spectacle or two. Manatees have chosen our canal as a safe haven and family hangout. The same animals return year after year. Unfortunately, the way we can identify them are the scars on their backs from boats and prop gashes. It, the canal, also serves as a nursery. We’ve seen tiny (for a seacow) babies only two feet long swimming along side mother.

An example of one our friends with wounds from power boats. Its almost impossible to see her two friends.

The most manatees we’ve ever seen in the canal at one time was fourteen. That’s a whole herd. Most of the time there will be three to five. If you visit us you’d have a 60% chance of seeing some of these peaceful creatures. Below are a few more snapshots.

Momma manatees give birth and are raising calves in our canal.

“Nosing up” to the mangroves to nibble on the leaves.

To paraphrase Oz’s Dorothy, “There is no place like our canal.” The Geezer is shuddering at my infringement on a classic.

PS – If you enjoy my posts, tell a friend.

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Speaking of the Geezer he has a new book out called Escaping Skeletons, a novel about Operation Paperclip, the WWII secret program used to spirit Nazi scientists out of Germany before the Soviets could. He’s also teaching, speaking and signing books several places this month. Check his site http://www.dlhavlin.com for information on his latest books and the link for calendar of events.

 

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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 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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I’m Back!

 

Hi all! I know it has been a long absence but I’m back. The Geezer has agreed to relinquish the keyboard long enough for me to sit behind it for some time each week. I’ll start blogging regularly next week.

Lots has happened since my last jotting, so I have a lot to write about.

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Woof-woof Woof-woof-woof – Translated … Happy Thanksgiving

The holidays are on the way – Happy Thanksgiving, all!

The Holidays are HERE. I hope that the following season is a happy one for each of you.

May your disappointments be few –

May your successes be many –

May your opportunities be plentiful –

May you enjoy good health –

May your football, basketball, and baseball teams win –

May the “calorie sucker” do a good job on all the goodies you’ll eat today –

May we all understand the blessings we have and be thankful –

 

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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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