Tag Archives: animals

Bar treasure.

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If you know anything about Guinness, you’ll know they had a fabulous ad campaign back in the day.

Their first ad was published in 1794, their first tagline introduced in 1929. In the early 20th century, doctors thought the brew had medicinal properties and promoted strength. Until the 1950’s Irish mothers were told to drink Guinness after giving birth because of its iron content. Guinness is good for you! remained the slogan until a random trip to the circus drew inspiration from the performing zoo animals.

It’s these advertisements that became synonymous with the brand, and this collection of vintage coasters I found at an antique store.

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The perfect addition to the Barn Mahal man cave bar.

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There were even a few Christmas themed ads.

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And if you recognized the famous toucan on the bottom right….

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It might be because our original poster was one of the first things we ever hung in the man cave.

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Memories.

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Sometimes Facebook makes me cry.

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This popped up on my “memories” feed the other day and I admit it made my eyes leak.

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My mom passed 8 years ago but it’s amazing how fresh the grief still feels.

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Sadly, the lovely tulip tree we planted did not appreciate the cruel Maine winters and was dead two years later.

Mr. White, our beautiful long haired Japanese bobtail Manx is no longer with us either.

So many reasons for leaky eyes.

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Squirrelly

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Our bird bath has been a Godsend to wild creatures this dry, drought ridden summer. Birds bathe and numerous animals drink… like this thirsty little fellow.

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Now that the random apple tree has matured we’re seeing a lot more squirrels.

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The bath is simply a jump away.

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And perfect on hot days.

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As is splooting in the shade.

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Selfies ruin everything.

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I admit to taking a selfie now and then, usually when we go somewhere wonderful… but mainly because I have a husband who never takes pictures. Ever. It’s a harmless if slightly narcissistic endeavor, and my mother is dead… so if not me, who?

Then there’s the Instagram crowd. The influencers. The vapid youth of today who get paid ridiculous sums for photos that go viral. They’ll go to any lengths to get a breathtaking selfie and call me cold hearted, but I rarely feel bad when I read they fall into the Grand Canyon or off a speeding train.

Which is probably why I cringed when I read this article.

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I have been to Le Gorges du Verdon and it was fabulous. Mainly because there was no one else there.

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The husband, a friend and I drove through the French Alps for a solid 10 hours and saw only one other person. A sheep herder with his flock. It was beyond marvelous.

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That’s me sitting on the wall filing my nails waiting for the husband to climb back up from below.

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The gorge was wild and wonderful. Unspoiled nature ruled.

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As did the goats.

We visited in the early 90’s. The fact that’s it now jam packed with insipid, shallow Instagram tourists breaks my heart. And I bet the goats don’t like it either.

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Baby fox!

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It doesn’t happen often. Our house is too far away from the woods and they have to cross a long wide open space to reach the buffet.

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Matter of fact this is only the third time in twenty years we’ve seen it.

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But momma fox brought a baby to the buffet last night.

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And we were beyond thrilled. Baby is on the left, and as you can tell not a little baby anymore, but momma won’t risk them in the open when they’re small.

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False advertising.

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Since his lordship destroyed his last scratching post it was time to purchase a new one.

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Thank goodness it came with instructions. I’m sure I would have had no idea where to put the screw otherwise.

Sigh.

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This was the picture on the box. A happy cat totally focused on exercising his claws.

In my world? Not so much.

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Oh, Lord Dudley Mountcatten ran right for it when I placed it on the floor. He sniffed it, rubbed against it and laid down in front of it. What he didn’t do was scratch it.

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Even after I purchased and sprayed it liberally with awesome stuff.

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Though his eyes did look a trifle dilated…

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