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Our resident fox was here early enough the other night for me to grab a few photographs.
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He’s naturally skittish of human presence so I have to shoot through the window. If I get too close, or move too quickly… he’ll scamper off. And when he’s had enough of the paparazzi disturbing his snack?
He lets me know in a none too subtle way.
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Dogs of the world? Unite and bite your owners… at least the ones who invented and sell this nonsense.
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And if you think that’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve seen today, hang on. It gets worse.
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While the chihuahua dog umbrella might seem cute, let’s visualize the Great Dane sized version and move on.
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I didn’t click on this oddity so I can’t relay any details. I get enough weirdo advertisements as it is, exploring canine penile wraps would take me down a dark tunnel I’d just as soon not visit.
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A quick look at what’s happening in my corner of the world.
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That’s just… wrong.
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Alpaca Black Gold. Come and get it!
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I buy grain and seed from this store and must say the welcoming committee is quite friendly.
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If you ever see this beer? Drink it. Weird and wonderful… it’s tart with a hint of citrusy sweetness and you actually get a graham cracker crust after note. It’s bizarre, but awesome.
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Because my life is a never ending series of nothing important.
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A 48 inch pike. While this man looks proud, they’re actually an invasive species that are destroying our lake’s natural ecosystems. People catch and release because no one wants to eat them.
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A blackberry lime sour from Mast Landing brewery. Pink, tart and strangely creamy. Yum!
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Our local pub has started serving Naan flatbreads. Sweet potato, bacon, caramelized onions, blue cheese with a honey maple drizzle. Double yum!
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Our resident fox is coming earlier in the evening to beat the skunks and raccoons to the buffet.
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We’ve had nothing but rain all month and our lawn is really getting torn up by the deer herd. Going to be a lot of yard work in our future.
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I’m sure it’s flattering to be famous and have things named after you. Buildings, cars, fashion trends, cocktails …. all good. But millipedes?
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You have to wonder if an old boyfriend is behind that.
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Now that’s my kind of fundraiser! A 12 year bottle of Pappy can go for $1,400-$2,000 a pop. Even I’d grab a hammer for that….
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These people are so clueless it hurts. They have no idea the trouble they’ve invited into their home… because trust me, those oh so cute little darlings won’t be satisfied with the porch railing for long.
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Smart phones. They’ve changed the world, and not always for the better. I readily admit I can’t live without mine, and after reading this article….
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It may be genetic.
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I can see how international travel would raise the cost of a honeymoon, but $20,000…. in the U.S.? Must be a seriously swanky resort.
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Beware my Georgian friends. Lizards be hungry.
And finally, because you know I have to include it….
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Shuck corn.
Boil corn.
Eat corn.
And I didn’t need to waste 4 years in journalism school, so there.
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Because weirdness needs to be celebrated.
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This seems a rather cold and loveless way to grow up. But then again, if you’re a teenage chameleon not having parents around to enforce curfew has it’s appeal.
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Resemblance of cartoon to actual creature?
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A little bland, but the general outline is there. I give it a 7.
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Have you seen this duck?
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I really hope Crystal wanders by our house at some point because seeing a woman chase after her with a net is positively screaming blog fodder.
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We ducked into a favorite pub last week for a toddy and a nosh. The pot stickers were less than spectacular, but the cranberry ginger crush was yummy.
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Sitting at the bar I saw this…
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And while the thought of peanut butter whiskey disgusts me, the delivery system has merit.
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I don’t recommend running into a moose . Our friend did years ago… his bike was totaled and he spent a month in the hospital . The moose? He sauntered off like he’d been tapped by a fly swatter.
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As you know, it was me who named the current descendant of an Egyptian God in residence at Casa River.
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I chose ‘Lord Dudley Mountcatten’ as he seemed quite regal, even from day one. But I’ve taken nothing but flak from my husband who thinks it’s a ridiculous moniker and refuses to use it. Every time I introduce his Lordship to a friend? The husband snorts, informs our friend he had nothing to do with the weird name and says ,”I call him Buddy”.
And while my other half has given me a lot of grief for my name choice in the last year, today I was vindicated.
Today I read an article about a national contest for the weirdest pet name, and though a cat from Maine won….
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It was not Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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So take that spouse of 38 years! And consider yourself lucky the name Pickles McButterpants the Muffin Slayer was already being used.
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Spring is back… and so is baseball!
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Though the evil empire managed to beat my beloved Sox two out of three at Yankee Stadium in the opening series. I fear for our bull pen this year, but we have good bats, so my fingers are crossed for a good year.
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I continue to be astounded by the cheap prices at the meat counter at the military commissary in Bangor.
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We’re making a once a month pilgrimage and if I buy nothing but beef, chicken and pork it’s well worth the drive.
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But finding the laundry detergent that costs me $17 at the grocery store for $9? That makes me one extremely happy shopper.
And lastly, because it’s been a while….
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Required cute photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.
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