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Halloween is coming and the holiday themed products are popping up everywhere. While most of them are harmless, I did run across one that made me shiver.
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Uh….. what?
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I’m not sure eating their owner’s body parts is the type of behavior we should be encouraging in our cats.
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Lord Dudley is already pissed we strap him into a harness…. I don’t need him getting any ideas.
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Because I’m still trying to laugh.
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Funny, but true.
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For those of you who need pictorial directions.
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Brilliant idea. Wish they would do that.
And I know it’s too early for Christmas…. ( Yes people, it’s too damned early! Shove that elf back in the closet. Or better yet, burn it. I hate that little bastard. ) but I may need to buy this ornament.
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I had to chuckle at this grey squirrel visitor the other day.
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It had just stopped raining and he decided to make use of the patio furniture.
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I hope he wasn’t waiting for me to serve him dinner.
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Our buffet is strictly self serve.
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You never know what’s going to turn up on my little town’s Facebook page. It could be relevant community news….
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Or not.
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Our UPS guy totally rocks. He leaves dog biscuits for all the canine residents whether they’re barking at him or not.
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See? You can’t even give that stuff away.
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If there are synchronized dancing peppers wearing sombreros? I’m totally going next week.
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I saw a New York winery advertised the other day and this sounded wonderful.
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But after checking their website, some of the other selections seemed a little… off.
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Blue wine?
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What exactly does zombie wine taste like. Subtle undertones of rotting flesh….?
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Oh, sweet Jesus.
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Lord Dudley was looking stylish as we headed outside to walk.
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And by walk, of course I mean sit.
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My attempts to get his Lordship up and on his feet were not well received.
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After some futile tugging and a bit of cajoling, I did manage to get the little bugger moving…
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But only as far as the deck, where he immediately plopped down under a chair.
Walking the cat….
It’s a process.
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Consisting of 450 oceanfront acres , there are ample opportunities for strolling.
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The resort itself spreads out in various areas with various types of buildings… and gives you a feeling of stepping back in time.
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Individual cottages straight out the 1950’s are across the road from modern condos.
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And everywhere you look there’s something photo worthy.
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The rugged Maine coast is on full display. No wide sandy beaches in this neck of the woods.
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The resort has their own cruise boat and offers scenic tours of the area.
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And naturally my husband had to strike up an hour long conversation with the boat’s captain.
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Ever spent the night in a lighthouse inspired suite? You can here.
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And it’s right across from a moonlit dancing lobster. What more could you want?
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Low tide.
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Another cottage.
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The cove.
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Ahhh…. Maine.
It never fails to lower my blood pressure.
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Interesting. The 6th picture on my phone takes us back to July of 2013 when the husband rescued a baby robin from the middle of our road.
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He lived with us for almost a month and we named him Little Cheeper. As you can see he was also a little pooper.
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He was a sweet little guy and I fattened him up with worms, canned dogged food and fruit. I hand trained him, and before long he was flying all over the house.
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It was tempting to keep him as a pet…
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But in the end I couldn’t, and we let him fly free in our backyard.
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But back to the game…
Little Cheeper killing me?
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Nah, I’m not buying it.
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You head for lunch on the coast.
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And this time we picked Sebasco Resort in Phippsburg.
There are two restaurants on site, but unfortunately the nicer one with the full menu was closed due to Covid era short staffing.
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So we made do with The Ledges pub.
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The outdoor patio area was filled with tourists so we had to sit inside… but the views were just as nice.
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As were the cocktails. Two basil refreshers later, it was time to order.
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We both started with the clam chowder which was good, but I’m a Mainer and quite picky about giving two thumbs up to chowder.
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Husband had a perfectly prepared baked haddock with white wine and butter…
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But my fried scallops were less than satisfactory. The batter was thick and way too crunchy… and Holy Hell, dripping in enough grease to lube two cars and a pick up truck. Blech.
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If I’d been able to open the window I would have fed them to this fellow.
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Thankfully the pub redeemed itself with a nice wild Maine blueberry pie a la mode.
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After our meal we attempted to walk off the pounds.
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To be continued….
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Lord Dudley Mountcatten has a new plaid harness. … and he’s just as thrilled as you might expect.
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The one my husband bought was ridiculously hard to put on and adjust. The one I bought is more like a bra.
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His Lordship stepped right into it without realizing what he was doing.
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But once I fastened it?
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His Lordship was not at all pleased.
The instructions say to let the cat acclimate to it slowly by leaving the harness on for an hour at a time.
We made it exactly 21 minutes. And when I removed it?
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He attacked it with undisguised glee.
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