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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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Do you ever wonder???

I reflect best when I ride. Some of the things I’ve wondered about recently are shared below.

A couple of days ago the Geezer and Mrs. G were running errands and took me along. They know how much I love the car. This is particularly true when we’re going somewhere … you know, like on vacation or a book signing trip. This wasn’t nearly as much fun.

The half-day was a series of short drives from uninspired stop to uninspired stop. The car would get hot after a few minutes parked in the Florida sun. It’s May. It’s 90. It’s boring! I shared this emotion with either the Geezer (most of the time) or Mrs. G as one or the other sat with me while the other performed some mundane task. The expressions on their faces said, “Ennui!” If anything, they were more bored than me!

Don’t get me wrong. I love being petted and having my ears scratched. The Geezer always has treats to reward me for just being his buddy. The windows were down in back so I could exercise my nostrils. But all these enjoyments have limits. I was bored to the point of distraction. That distraction started me wondering if other canines (and humans) wondered the same things I wonder. I’ll share a few of these wonders with you.

Do you ever wonder, if a few generations from now, human babies will be born without hands? If Darwin is correct they’ll be replaced with a cell phone on one side and a game tablet on the other. Will they be called right celled or left celled?

Do you ever wonder what television would be like if every program wasn’t a vehicle for pushing a political view or an ideological agenda? I’ve seen archaeological artifacts like, Ozzie and Harriet, Fantasy Island, and Dragnet that entertained without rubbing manure in your nose every minute.

Do you ever wonder why human ladies spend so much on the “latest style?” It would be smarter to just keep your old clothes for a long enough time so that some high-priced designer re-invented something that was done forty or fifty years ago. Hey, pants suites are now rompers. Remember the “chemise” and the “sack dress?” They’ve come back under a new title. Micro-mini skirts do keep their same title, though the Geezer calls them “water cooler stop lights.” Anybody know why? Anyway, my coat is always in style.

Do you ever wonder if we’ll get the politicians and TV anchors to settle their arguments Roman Style. In the Coliseum. Televised. With appropriate weapons. How about Sean Hannity versus Chris Mathews with battle axes? Or Hilary Clinton versus Sarah Palin with maces? Why not Ted Cruz fighting Chuck Schumer using long swords? Think of the attraction of Jon Stewart matching up with Rush Limbaugh. They can fight each other with shovels and huge piles of manure. The first one that covers and smothers the other, wins! After all, it’s these individuals creating the huge divisions in the country. Really, 75% of the people would just like them to go away.

Do you ever wonder when humans will figure out that reading is the best way to get information? Stuff on TV, in movies, or on the radio, effects people primarily based on presentation … NOT SUBSTANCE! If humans read most speeches or documentaries made on/for TV, etc. they’d learn something completely different than the quick view that’s intended to trick them. Reading actually gives you time to think and question information.

Do you ever wonder why canines are so far superior to humans as a species? No further explanation required.

I love my human. He is an inferior species, but this is even more of a reason for me to look after him.

 

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Code Blue! Sound the Sirens! Valentine’s Day ALERT!

Valentine's Day - Males forget it at their peril!

Valentine’s Day – Males forget it at their peril!

 

It’s danger days for males! Have you forgotten that gift? Those words? That evening out?

You know what day it is? It’s February 12th. That fact and a couple bucks will get you a lousy cup of restaurant coffee. So why is it so important? It’s two days before the 14th AND the 14th is  … Valentine’s Day! Have all of you males made your plans? Speaking for all ladies, human and canine, there are three days you boys need not forget: Valentine’s Day … Her birthday … Your anniversary (Particularly if a ring is involved).

If you were forgetful, you have this chance to have flowers delivered, buy chocolates or Lingerie, order pajamas or teddy bears, and make dinner reservations.

If you simply intend to ignore the event, let me enlighten you to possible consequences.

  • An empty underwear drawer.
  • The answer to any question you ask in the next thirty days will be “I forgot.”
  • Breakfast will consist of a bologna sandwich.
  • Your in-laws will be invited over for every weekend for three months.
  • Lunch will consist of a bologna sandwich.
  • The TV remote will disappear (I suggest looking for it in the frige freezer, her car’s glove compartment, or taped to the back of the toilet tank.)
  • Calls from all of your credit card companies stating you’re maxed out.
  • The loan of your hunting, fishing, camping, golfing, and tennis equipment to your lovely’s brother … located somewhere in Siberia.
  • Supper will consist of a piece of lettuce and a bologna sandwich.
  • A trip to your bedroom will be like a visit to Greenland complete with a glacier for a bed.

May Zeus, Mars, and Odin forgive you – she won’t.

 

PS- If she’s a reader a good book might work. Try the Geezer’s new book The Bait Man, a suspense/thriller. It’s being released this next week.

 

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